SLAINE - Haywirish lyrics

[Intro:] Always had this dream when I was little Working on my cavities with a pack of skittles My backpack was full, I was skipping school I guess even back then I had some different rules Individual with the vision that's screwed up Everything I had, it was bad I needed new luck I would scheme a scheme trying to get a few bucks That was back then This how I grew up... [Verse 1: Wildcard] Yeahh Pain, it came insane and changed the blood through my veins The rhythm is bangin' and given this sh** I be taking rejection insane When I be thinkin' of talkin' about ex's these people think i'm emo I ain't' sad cuz I miss her Sad because I miss her deep throat C4 With these flows And please know That I'm below Sub zero When I freeze foes With this deep blue sea flow Keep those enemies closer than Mi amigos I'm an irish white boy with Spanish blood Call me miglo Balls are more hardcore like escorted from court to conquering Like wards of the court and they morphing and the clock records again My origin from California then Lived in Washington I'm still stuck between them dawg; I feel like f**ing Oregon More Than when anaboran Tell I torture them And court them in Through mortuary doors and leave them torched in crematoriums I want to use my music for good And heal these orphans But I also want more orgies with women than horny Mormon men Get divorced from them after I'm bored with them Then I hit another four I grip them like a horse I'm kidding Kinda Sorrta Then, your not ready for this kid like teens having abortions Cuz I drop you dirty f**s Like a who*e gettin' born again Spit out scorpions I rhyme a supernatural force begins It's like Big L took out the ouija board and could record again Fix your face Friday the 13th And I left so many dead kids up in your women's mouth I call it crystal lake [Hook:] I'm Haywirish It's like I'm Haywirish Look I gotta bottle and a problem model These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal X2 [verse 2: Slaine] City of champions Champaign Dreams And vigilante Brand name jeans Scanty clad b**hes and panties I stashed the murder in the pantry I co*ked the semiautomatic weapon longer than gambi You try to tell me that I can't But I can be I push forwards in this business for my family My hustle is what Rustle is to hip-hop I must admit to customers I crush this sh** and spit rocks Hustler with just enough insanity to drip off Bust a nut inside a s*ut and then I bite my dick off I must admit I gotta tell the f**ing trick to step off Just another b**h to put on my f**ing list and check off Lust for this illegal substances it's like I'm Haywirish What are the odds I could f** a b**h with the aid virus? Without a condom on While she's menstruating And walk away clean whistling like a mental patient Hail Marry Jesus Christ I think I'm sent from Satan I've been studying this bloody bible with the pencil tracin' The tenses station of a tumor and a cancer patient That's when you figure out This is your chance to make it [Hook] I'm Haywirish It's like I'm Haywirish Look I gotta bottle and a problem model These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal X2 [verse 3: Mad Child] Yeah Yo Yo I'm from the backs wolf fam of staying positive My throat is f**ed from doing shows I need some lozenges My mind is totally f**ed That's probably obvious Still I transform from little goblin into Optimus I'm a fire breathin' iron hethian So swallow my semen sh** is hot I'm a fire demon I'm a demigod Master of the universe A lunatic This little f**ing ba*tard never ruin a verse I don't give a f** if you don't think that I'm the greatest I babble like a hyperactive retard When I'm not sedated I take a picture with a fan Looks like I'm constipated But I don't have to take a sh** f**ing concentrating I keep the image in my head that little monster made it Rap until my tonsils are inflated At my concert faded But I ain't doing f**ing d** dog that sh**'s over I spit venom Sweat bullets And I sh** cobras Little monster got a very healthy apatite I'm poor now Hope I'm wealthy in the afterlife I don't f** around with lames And I dodge demons So I ain't up alone depressed in my garage scremin' Last night a black girl said I got a large penis Added I'm a harsh genius Balls big as Mars and Venus My styles ridiculous Meticulous rage I'll rip your f**ing face off like Nicolas Cage