The Cratez - Anti-Social Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Ron (From Harry Potter)] You're a little scary sometimes, you know that Brilliant...But scaryyy [Hook x2] If you got some loose screws, homie nod to this Seems everybody pondering 'bout what your problem is Yo the fear of the unknown is why they're bothered kid This is the anti-social anthem for those off the grid [Verse 1: Akward Jaz] So who is he that might suggest she ain't thorough with the verbals? Rebirth of the grunge rap my n***a and I'm still fertile As I, Inhale this herbal just inhale my aura A high to elevate your mind past those of petty mortals Within this dark portal I travel through on a daily basis I see myself with sanity, but it's just a sick oasis Hallucinations, I been off the deep end, Fall was steep My dopamine levels are slightly abnormal so the walls can speak I'm stalkin' sleep, got zombie tendencies, I'm up through the night Chiefin' and weezin' on reekin' reefer just to get me right So gimme a light or gimme a joint and yo I might just chill And be that hella' mellow fellow with the verses to heal OE spills, momma peering through my souls window She like your loosing it, yo find yourself and Jaz be nimble Jaz be quick, you can't jump over this candle stick Known as hell, ring any bells? You don't wanna dance near it I heard that, but nevertheless I gotta make it to the top though I'd hate to waste a database of lyrics so colossal n***as ain't impartial, they try to keep me in a box yo But I maneuver too quick You can call me Hector Camacho Make 'em get that eerie feeling like pa**ing Hitler's Gestpo in the 30's I gets grimy, never scared to get dirty Bring your shovel, i go much deeper although often covertly Too sinister when I administer, these n***as ain't worthy, word [Hook x2] If you got some loose screws, homie nod to this Seems everybody pondering 'bout what your problem is Yo the fear of the unknown is why they're bothered kid This is the anti-social anthem for those off the grid [Verse 2: Akward Jaz] I got more steez than Capone and get loopy like Montana And I keep a foreign chica, I call her Columbiana No Saldana, but I always got them eyes on me Only time will tell before these cobras try to rise one me Can't big ben me, see I move counterclockwise And I'm focused but these sissies wanna alter my eyes To a blackness, where there's no room for light to get in And only evil's on my mind for those who under my skin Dear Father on your daughter please have mercy Got a cup of sin in front of me and yes it's making me thirsty Devil steady trying to choke me, got me gasping for air I'm on the boundaries of hell and in the heap of his snare Beware, like old bridges I am unstable If you on my good side, be cool you don't wanna turn my tables Catch you in the park like 106, by one-oh-seven you're rubble Excuse me, my mind abuses me, count off your blessings See they ain't know she go off quicker than a Smith and Wesson 'Cuz it's a warzone so you gotta watch where you step Cemeteries full of youngins who ain't watch where they crept Then BOOM! Got blown away not being cautious of the landmines Hot-headed gunners with banana clips and phantom nines Pockets running low, it's 'bout that money making hour The ways are broader than the shoulders on Dwight Howard [Hook x2] If you got some loose screws, homie nod to this Seems everybody pondering 'bout what your problem is Yo the fear of the unknown is why they're bothered kid This is the anti-social anthem for those off the grid