Marc Lee - Beating Hurts lyrics

Cracking locks like a Loch Ness monster drop ship About to rob this fake carca** with bombs lit On some of that parsnip laced Arsenic baked mob mentality dark art tip Bomberman black ops sh** Code name N64 game cartridge The first one to go down golden gun Throw rounds then I pause for bong rips Trust me, it don't happen that often Trying not to get stuck coughing in a coffin Or trapped in a fat suit boss hogging The an*s of jokes swamp swapping So whip out your charge cards and start dropping Fake cash on fishy sh** like a smart dolphin Caught up in fishnets and blow holes odd problems Tuna new leaf and start solving I don't think you think we think you Keep the whole world in sync how you Keep beating heads against streets You sense that all your sheep are leaving Silly humans it's all do or die So please try and figure out what your clue is like Or get the f** right back in line And forget you ever knew how you grew a spine And pray to the great god of suicide That's all that's left, just you and I So leave special pleading at the door before you try to ruin mine Bore someone else to d**h with that stupid mind Recycling media made just to waste your time I don't know what to do it's like All the suffering in the world is just for you this time In hopes that all y'all may use it wise And if not well at least I know I truly tried Who's been down from day one to rudely ride Down the road dirty as f** with this moody mime Let's wax a moonshine and let the drooling find Their own slice of time and space to try Reset the simulation, but for real this time Wait what is real this time? I forget which time is this time? Wait a minute, which line is this rhyme? State the difference between this time And the time you miss, fine I won't describe the drive Or why inside we thrive unless Humans confess and pick up their mess and then wreck and fly I don't think you think we think you Keep the whole world in sync how you Keep beating heads against streets You sense that all your sheep are leaving