Sir Skitzo - Sir Skitzo - Five Fingers of d**h lyrics

See I'm leaving the people in awe Listen to me, you'll believe in a god But I'm figuring out what is right and whats wrong I stress and rely on igniting my bong This is the time that I'm writing my songs I'm craving the danger I spit and its bomb Born in a manger so marys my mom My flow is a legacy Carry it on Wait for the day that I make a mistake Patiently wating to make an escape Yet I'm changing the faces In which ima break Then I realized we are all the same and relate I sick of the fakes and I'm sick of the liars I use them as bait to attract in some tigers My talent will make what the people desire I spit it so great that I'm starting a fire I'm flipping the script And I'm dipping the whip With a chick but that ain't it Not high enough for this sh** Someone pa** a hit You ain't masculin You acting it I'm ga**ing it Like flatchulence Or gas when I be pa**ing it An activist surpa**ing any pa**ionate Rapper on the mic No need to say it twice Gamble off my talent In the planet Like a f**ing game of dice Skitzo is the mental rude dude He is never nice Practiced witchcraft and voodoo Almost every night Now I'm sitting in my garage I wish I had a basement A place for the vacant statements That I am erasing And seeing all these artists Who just started f**ing failing I'm scared that I'll flop When a record deal is waiting But still I put my all Into everything I do Yo I'll beat the f**ing beat Until it's turning black and blue I'll attack and bruise anyone And that's including you If I face the struggle b**h I'll continue moving through HAH Hoping the people Will notice me Waking up Then I will go to sleep Yo I stand out I'm a rapper without the golden teeth Or old goatee Let's be real people No posing please Or I'll Steph Curry your a** By f**ing throwing frees And knowing me I'll sacrifice everything I had Over stupid arguments And other sh** that made me mad My career pisses me off But still it makes me glad You don't know a scare Until your girlfriend Thinks that you're a dad But I'm moving forward Ain't never looking back And I'm choosing to be immortal b**h that's a solid fact A acknowledge good artists And I smack all the wack It's a drastic attack They're dramatically bad But I'm back from the dead With a pad and a pen Sent to raise hell Upon the earth And the heaven Resurrect another reveran Who was dead from sin Just so I can say I helped out the fellow brethren HAH f** what you feel And f** your emotions f** all the people Who just doubted Your devotion Tried to knock you down Instead of giving you Promotion Until your dedication Was failing and finally broken I'm not even joking When I say that you're a b**h You're like 20 years old And still drinking with the kids You needa find a girl Turn her to a Mrs. from a Ms Instead of swearing You could hit But in reality You missed All these people From the past They just see me With the fame Instead of saying "Hey skitzo bro I think your musics great" They just jump to conclusions And begin to f**ing hate Or they tell their friends That im a dick They knew me way back in the day But you have betrayed my a** You stepping on me Like a blade of gra** Never gave a f** Until it came with cash Play it back Yo the roads as bumpy As my razor rash Face the facts Spit and attack a track Like I'm trailer trash But if I'm trailer trash Ima need a needle and a razor back Rapping on the beats That were made way back Changing the faces Who spit lame rap Honestly I'm the god to your prodigy People just worship and honor me Critics just seem to be on to me Cuz I'm different they think ima wannabe So they're causing me to go harder Said f** dreams And I threw this sh** farther All I needed Was a push And a kickstarter With more tricks in my sleeve Then Harry Potter f** your daughter f** your father f** anyone who thinks they're hotter f** my girl if she's cheating and I caught her It's not her fault all the sh** he friends taught her Tweaking off of beats Like a lyrical fiend For you to succeed It's a miracles dream How can you k** what's already deceased Rap is a puzzle And I am a piece 150K Yet I'm only 17 Shooting arrows at the crowd like my name was Everdeen If you ever wanna battle then you need a better team Cuz you got me fu*kED up Like I was snorting Ketamine I'm out