Syringe - Maybe I'm Detached lyrics

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Syringe - Maybe I'm Detached lyrics

Rackin up power cells, I go on a rambo romper f** that Mackovich, he stink n smell jus like your b**h Landfill we go crackin, breakin up all that mess you smearin They don't like us, cause we bout to leave these f**ers screamin Ay, ay, ay, every goddamn day I remove you out my way, I rebuke you in my lane You not weirdo you a lame. Tryna be a corporation I don't like it then I say it, I ain't finna f**in take it Whoa, Ringe boy, sound like he breakin off of the camel back Tacky tacky, clone of another n***a like you are that Fill your f**in hole up with soap n bleach n detergent boy Motherf**in nothin is new around me I hate it ugh Call a plug, slangin p**y, smokin reggie, cop a stussy Poppin sober, hangin over, sleepin over, spendin cobras s**in money, makin money, bakin money. Flippin tummies Aggravated, agitated, f**in hate it, eat the pavement I know I know I know picky motherf**er ain't he I know I know I know eerie motherf**er ain't he They know I don't f**in understand yo lil broken world Any move you makin boy I watch up n go lurkin closer Bangin up anything to ease the simple f**in headaches on me Reaper waitin with me with no warnin finna f**in call me Blood all in my mouth, what I get for prolongin my anger Breakin down the house, what the f** are we doin here? We got piss to pan to pot. We don't need another plot We got sh** to f**in move, now go n take the damn shot Ugh, try to undermine me b**h I'll tear your f**in ears out Askin bout commotion, I can show what I talk about Picking up pick up pace, take a piss upon ya face Sell the plates upon your plates. I no give no f** today I got the f**ing rage, none of you n***as fadin My pressure up on the surface of earth what the f** you sayin b**h my name Syringe, wash the cum up out your ear Ay, anti-world, blah blah blah, f** a year