Guess I got a way with words,
I could get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's
a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you
simply don't care if it's an
Eighty degree day and there's no
frickin' air conditionin'
And you can't see the bitch's
hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up,
blarin' the system in your Chevrolet Prizm
The devil ain't on a level same as him
Picture someone who revels
in straight masochism
And imagine him givin' an
adjective an ass- whoopin'
So bad they should put his ass in prison
A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like
he did something to me personally
Used to get bullied,
so I cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit,
faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground,
still can't tell 'em a- part
Came straight out the trailer park
Screamin', "I'm proud to shop at K-
Mart," and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as
pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights
with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguin'
over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle wylin', I don't give a fuck,
I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw
this basket first?
You're ass backwards like
motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of clay
When's the last time that you saw
a villain with a cape?
Ripped a gapin' hole in it, flipped out
Ripped down the drapes,
tied 'em around my neck
Went down the fire escape
of the Empire State
Slipped, fell straight down to the ground,
splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell,
got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match
and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin'
to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot,
but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey,
Tyler the Creator, and Violent J
It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face,
I'm insane
Every rhyme I say sons you like
an ultra- violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred, buffet style,
all the shit you can eat
$11.99, so come on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet
to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while
I'm shittin' on competition
In the meantime it's always mean time,
I'm gettin'
I'm getting by
I don't see why these people
always got my back
I done said so much fucked up shit,
I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose
was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes
and a nickel in this shit
I'm comin' to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong, the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for
my autograph
'Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's
the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for that
You done brought a bat to
a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'ma snap
Make you wish the ambulance that
took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would
have caught a flat
If it makes you sick to your
stomach acid
Indigestion,
my suggestion's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm runnin'
away with the game
It's 'cause I am,
don't speculate, spectate
All I got is dick for days
and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick
'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
You ain't fly, you're an airhead
And I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round hole,
sorry, another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit
in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to
fit your damaged goods
Other words, don't try to put
your heart in a headcase
'Cause, baby, stable mentally, I ain't,
I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs,
I keep on falling down
No wonder you can 't stand me,
I need my cane
Someone help me, I think my face is meltin'
If you felt these migraines and see
these maggots eat my brain
This G- I- A- N- T hole in my empty head
If you read my mind, you can see my pain
And you'd see why I be this way
Ever since I was knee high
playin' with G.I. Joes
Told these hoes shut their P- I- E
holes, now peep my game
'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Like a fuckin' (fuckin') echo
(echo)
(Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle,
spriralin', here I go
I'm out of control like no other mic go
Stab you to 'til the knife goes dull
I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull
where your eye goes
'Cause I'ma sock it to you
Dyke ho, you don't like it?
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual
cycle and ride it like a motorbike
I'm finna blow the mic
the whole night, so
Strike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitro
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H- E double
hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by
Oh, please be empty, please be empty,
please be empty
Oh, thank you, God
Ah
Shit
Fuck
What the fuck?
Is that a girl?
Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock
in mouth and get my balls blew out
And get gay into the AM
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show,
let myself show
I wonder who that voice is
Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it
Life's too short to not
stroke your bone
Fucking serious?
So everybody, everybody
Circle jerk, touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
