Wildcard - Take a Mile lyrics

[Verse 1: Dead Poet] You can't diss me I gave you them venomous flows, and remember what the f** I did to Emily Rose? We could be friends or just pretend to be foes When hell freezes over, let it be froze Cuz b**h I'm the boogie man Harpoon in hand like a shark in a hoodie and a dark bolo in hand My flows alone are enough to tear a heart from a man Evaporate his soul and turn his carca** to sand I thought by any means getting large was plan till you turned b**h on me Saw the darkness and ran I gave you my all, to the best of my abilities You started popping pills, got depressed and wasn't feeling me You even had kids with the b**h that tried k**ing me I guarantee you'll never find a living soul as ill as me You stupid motherf**er, stay faithful to the b**h Relationships untwist, breaking faces with your fist Levitating in the mist and putting staples in your wrist You gonna sit there and insist that f**ing Satan don't exist? [Hook x2: Dead Poet] I give you an inch and you go and take a mile I give you a gift and you go and change the style Should've known it was easy for a snake to fake a smile If you hated me back then, I bet your a** you'll hate me now [Verse 2: Wildcard] It's getting dangerous in here You feel it like a train of rush all up through you with the darkness that'll makes the angels hush And I ain't kidding, it's time to stop the train up It's like the good twin maybe had to meet the doppelganger Phil's down but Wildcard is up in the clouds, don't f** with me now I'm trying to tie this buckle around my arm to shoot me up to heaven but my lucks running out Shruggin' love off like another shovels dug in the ground You wander all the locked cemeteries of town to carry him down inside a carriage various sounds Are coming out the night declaring that the fair is around I hate when motherf**ers say “I hope my parents are proud” My moms fine, pops staring the sheriff right now inside a dark penitentiary where Aryan's growl And if I catch you huffing then I'm tearing your mouth open Reach down your throat and rip your larynx out Don't dare me to pound, I'm very into carrying out these problems [?] That's why the first hooker looking at me, glaring me down I tell the preacher “yo, you might as well marry us now” I'm wearing this crown so welcome to my merry-go-round of all emotions overflowing and it's stereo sound Want with me then you're danger area bound You're better off trying to stare a pitbull terrier down Till my grandmother comes down and to carry me out Believe in angels till I'm buried in my burial ground Now I see why I was born cesarean style The p**y couldn't take me then, it ain't burying me down [Hook x2: Dead Poet] I give you an inch and you go and take a mile I give you a gift and you go and change the style Should've known it was easy for a snake to fake a smile If you hated me back then, I bet your a** you'll hate me now [Verse 3: Dead Poet] I wonder if she knew I was a paranoid, delusional, schizophrenic psycho when I told her she was beautiful The wicked wizard of oz, blood sticking to gauze, my heart riddled with scars, my brain sicker than sores My name is Bobby, I'm poetry in the flesh I'm the alpha and omega A portion of me is blessed The other portion is distorted and torturing me to d**h I'm like an orphan in the rain, I can't afford to be this stressed Plus, my alter ego stops me from walking legal Talking evil to an awful lot of people; I'm deceitful I deceive them when I speak, lying through my f**ing teeth again My secret friend has got me f**ing flying off the deepest end So why should we pretend that we will never beef again? Knowing deep within the both of us we sleeping close to sin I look into the mirror and all I can see is evil grin Then I take the angel dust and I begin to breath it in I used to snatch purses to purchase Seagram's gin Now I'm strapping a f**ing bomb to the hearse you're leaving in