Numerous Q's - Between Criminals lyrics

[Numerous Q's] Don't download this mixtape, I'm not a good rapper.. And neither is Evan Yeah, yeah whatever.. Ughhhh Let me start off this song with a "f** all the citizens" I'll stab you with a feather if you're stepping to my penmanship In the need for asthma medicine, you're speechless when you here Steven's rhymes I'm spittin' with And the rest of them are feminine, singin' and their raps are sh**tier than what I'm accidentally steppin' in Mentally givin' in, depressed so I'm sippin' gin Your raps are so cheesy that I eat it with my Lebanon Just invested in some Mescaline Monster, just like Eminem I only step in the ring to prove you and your producer are two pussies like f**ing lesbians k** you with the same AK that I used to shoot Evan with I'm a menace just like Dennis is, committing felonies with the rest of my f**ing petty click Only into Milfs, I'll leave you asking where your Nanny went Wasting away on miniclip My adress six-sixty-six Hard Drive, cause that's what I go when I'm getting it Computerized, super high, "Starry Eyed" like Ellie is k** Lil Fats yo, f** that little elephant On his mixtape don't give a sh**, I should have been on Vinny's mix Finger on the trigger sh**, trade your life with a pinky-slip Yo Evan I, I think that's it [Odiious] I'm faded 'til my vision like a picture all black and white Nocturnal in my cave, during day then I attack at night They actin' like they like me before I turn notorious This rap got no chorus cause the repetition borin' us Deviancy was borin' us, y'all can't stop me Ball hotter than wasabi, flow harder than tsunami Cause I be that dark figure lurking under streetlights d**h from religion said bury your beliefs right? Stop k** that boy playin' trumpet "Sam is Dead" thinking I'm losing it like I lost a compa** Doubt and the depression how much sadness can I stomach? Contemplate on jumpin', I turn to a mad man with a musket Yeah, mad man with a musket Ugh, chill and add a suffix f** a b**h I bust quick, yeah The shag of a vagabond is strictly between criminals Lurking in a parking lot, mid-atlantic, keep his brim to low Now we smoke 'em out like we tossin' in the tear gas Hear that? Sound of us turning future into near past Poetic, it justifies on "Missing Piece" like a mad man Peace between individuals, criminals, I never had friends You f**ing happy? Huh you little f*ggot?