Samsa - V.II lyrics

While you argue on whether Tupac or Nas be better I'll whoop your a** and outrap them both in my Cosby Sweater He goes to parties just to roofie the drinks and pours bacardi on his groupies while he pukes in the sink type of dude who used to ball with his fraternity friends but now he only goes to court for his paternity tests and while at parties, in the corner, he be shotgunning beer while everybody staring at him hope he's not coming near but house parties ain't his thing, so he just drinks in the bar but bars really ain't his thing, so he just drinks in his car Used to be an extrovert, but people make him disconcerted now and just to start his day, he's gotta swallow six concertas down, down a fifth of Hennesey, hit a joint of persian bud, sacrifice a unicorn and drink a pint of virgin blood, and that's just for the morning- every night he draws a pentagram and lights a couple candles in the backseat of his rental van then hops into the front to rev the engine and to test the wheels and ends up doing 90 while he'd doped up on Lunesta pills His credit score has slowly sunk from nearly every angle since they found him on to Catch a Predator with scented candles, a box of camels and with just a f**ing bathrobe on until he saw the cops and started running out in socks in sandals On top of that, this motherf**er's narcissistic, every second on his soundcloud he be checking all the hard statistics likes to brag that all his fans'll play his album louder the problem is, his fans are whiter than some talcum powder his largest demographic found him out on instagram, that's why his listens come from adolescents and his hipster fans so now he's trying to get his album sold around the clock the only place he's sold one is at Starbucks- on the counter top that he bought himself while working there while he was serving lattes to some college women eating quinoa with their yerba mate His taste in women's like how Velma look in Scooby-Doo, they got him talking funny, like he's Elmer from the Looney Tunes, so instead of trying he just watches films, like yesterday he watched three interracial p**nos and the Selma movie too He's out of touch cause he's got cabin fever telling friends to find their happiness, not telling him he hasn't either he's well-aware if he complains in his songs that he can claim that it was fake and he's just playing along and since it's all inside his head no one can say that he's wrong although it follows him to every single stage that he's on and every page that he draws is like a cage with a lock that he can only open if he wins the race with the clock, and if he just confronts his feelings without trying to hide, but every time he does, it just feels like he's dying inside but soon enough he keeps on hoping that it will elapse until it does, I guess he'll keep on coping with these silly raps fill the gaps between the lines if you're that sure he's kidding cause he sort of is but on the other hand he sort of isn't