Jaq Simpson - White Walls lyrics

Here I am, stuck again, 4th time at the psych ward This time, might cause a sight, or a fight for The rights for the likeminded life forms Lifeless, I call it quits when switches hit, and the lights off So we gone burn this motherf**er down, find a light source This ain't even in my wheelhouse, white walls This ain't even my real house, but I fight all, and any competitors come in swinging with the right claw The fights for, the hold caps, now type 4 The sights sore, these old cats is quite raw The scoreboard on your tombstone and I'm Biteforce The Battlebot the treatment now it's time to paint the white horse I'm quite horse, I'm quite coarse, the kite soars I'm blowing wind and going in without a sh**e nor A right thought, or a light for, the dyke who*e In other words this b**h ain't nothin but a motherf**in' night sport That's cricket if ya with it, said I'm sneaking on the night floor Getting wicked while I stick it, I ain't even f**ing five four But this jockeys getting co*ky rockin' body like a high horse So take this guy for his eye or his wise fore-sight, I am a cyborg, white as a dry board High like I'm I-4, live as a live tour Now watch as I ball, and watch as I score f** a cyst, I'm going solo, watch as eye soar f** a cyst, I'm going solo, you can watch as eye soar Watch as I ball, now you can watch as I soar Get it, like a cyst on an eyeball is an eye soar I don't if this is making sense, this just, its, it's too damn intricate Every night I'm fightin' just to make it to the night ball Cinderella man, night crawler, why crawl Venting out the vents, I'm crawling through the tight walls Broken back I'm breaking out, Jake G hall with the right paw I'm f**ing phenomenal, said it, yeah I'm volatile as a speedball Take a teapot of lean and top it all off with some ethanol A mean machine. I'll be the beef beats and beans between your creamed crops I'm a protein delivering cheesy puns, I'm Peapod Dropping off pop, Velveeta, twelve heaters and three tots, see ya later tater by the way them things hot, I used em to off those unwanted sh** snots with six shots, then loaded 7-12 just to hear that sh** pop at a pit stop, dipped Glocks, in a pit of, macs and cheese, put the rest of it in the box, close the lid up, put a cap on it, shouldn't of happened, but sh** happens when I bottle it up The Pepsi is on me, consider it courtesy, makes me hiccup, damn sh** got dark dim quick, let's get this lit up, I got an idea, bright bulbs, let's light bowls, let's split buds, let's like blunts, let's kick c*nts, or better yet, we can quit the p**y footin' and get this dick s**ed Get it, like lick blunts, kick c*nts, p**y footin', like, I don't, this is all super intricate, f** me man I give up