P Walsh - Down The Drain lyrics

[Verse 1: P Walsh] I'm from a pugilist and a poet I'm new to this and I'm Polish Ain't Jew-ew-ish but I know it's The stupidest being stoic The moodiest and his flow is So studious and is loaded with Foolishness and colder than Rubious, uncovered noses Noted to be coded with tones of lonesomeness Clones all over, feels like I'm remote controlling this Pa**ing time like dykes and who*es in Michael Kors Asinine, my friend and I are just some righteous dorks That a** is mine when Miley tries to untie and bite my nicest drawers Knifes and forks can strike but can't slice like scythes or swords But words, yes words are the worst weapons in the world Words can can leave you depressed And push your heart up in your neck when it should be in your chest A bullet proof vest can't doop or prevent words from getting up in your head But I digress because stress will just stretch you out like ligaments on bayonets Inside my head is just a bunch of filament figments Saving s** for someone I favor best, but I guess I'm so f**ing flavorless So it's no use, tongue chewed, undisclosed news and a blown fuse Don't own no chrome to put into use to undo these old blues I hope it rains on your funeral day so you can soak in the grain Just a fraction of the drained tears you've molded in pain Hey, I painted a picture of you with the blood from my veins What a shame how depressing my rhymes have became, yeah [Hook: Ak](x2) Life is going counterclockwise Swirling, wish it was not mine I'm going insane I'm going down the drain [Verse 2: P Walsh] Kids is shooting pistols like where the f** the cop go? Not home, getting pissed and hitting b**hes like I'm at a rock show Got dough? In a world where people murder for the turtles Wetting others when they squirt them like they're Squirtle In an era where every kid's an internet entity Only thinking of tweets and what's on the tele-V Sponges, just s**ing up everything in their feed Grab a scene kid, shove his steamed wig through the wall Cause that seems like a place where his plugs do belong There's a city that's called Detroit, considered a war zone But all they cares about is their hormones and wardrobe Only thing I know is rejection My only home is depression Sending messages with the tones of forensics lessons I'm not Common, head is filled with sounds of Glocks popping Prompting my thoughts with low income, I'm a false prophet f** a mum and garter I'll cut it up like Dahmer Or f**ing barber shop ya cause a slaughter Second coming of Eminem, I'm the Christ of rap Always been the realest kid, I'll never slice your back Dicing cats with my name tag labeled the Zodiac Holy crap, no need to tell me rappers need to say less Don't tell me you don't smell me like the inside of a Payless With more rhymes than times DOOM said that phrase, best Bet your life that I'm you're friend who's here to save your playlist [Hook: Ak](x2) [Hook: P Walsh](x2)