One I spent a little more time on, being lyrical n all that. LMK what you think
lyrics
My life used to be a gigantic joke//My ex girlfriends id trade for a smoke, and all of these girls stay dumb and broke but ima just keep sippin' on my rum and coke --this situation got real real quick, of course it during a fucking field trip i was [running through jaws] like i threw a [heel kick] this illness seems like its gonna feel quick but its not//ive seen more steel than a real ship and i will split hairs if i think i feel sick, im a little bit livid, with the girl of my dreams, im sick and im tripping, is this what it means? Im fighting over limbs like the knees of a bee come and peek, ima see, if i seem like a demon, cease the behemoth? please, ima beast i dont need to believe it, im leaving capiché?
Im the cynical king-pin,
Just to begin with,
Look at this infant, oh so distant, no more visits, lets go to business, simple but vicious-- call me asain these cats are delicious the master of putting his crack in to writtens im back so good riddance n past all the limits and everyone left is just askin for physical punishment look at how fun it is keepin' my benjamins frank, like 100 is i can go take your whole life and rebuttal it, treat all this washed up shit like beer n just funnel it//and everyone is gonna get anotha hit n if you talk shit, then you betta stand infront of it this game is like a fucking treadmill 'cuz im runnin' it the last thing you saw is your blood in a puddle its...
Broot, come give me the loot, ill leave you with little to show us the proof, people are like oh hes white hes a spook well thats the reason im in this mothafuckin' booth, im a goon i presume, when you listen to the tune, you get pissy then go sip on some rum and some juice, here's a gun, here's a noose i got money for the booze, but i used it to run up on ya hunny with a fuse then BOOM,
What a bloody caboose, incoming with views im gonna go lose it, bumping the music i love to abuse, then you try and ruin it?
Ill make you, pay me for the setback
These two barrels 'il make him fly like a jetpack, going to a graveyard misbehave-hard with fire, now that's a "death-match"
Killin a couple of people and no one is stoppin me stealin their property going [around this square to avoid jail... but this isn't Monopoly] god, im vicious, leaving you bitches in stitches im raw, suspicious with criminal writtens the bars, are sickening even beginning with sinning is something im used to so listen
I hate everyone equally grew up a nobody all of you people see nothing but evil but im on to a frequency no one can channel now come on and speak with me//
Walkin in to a silhouette, of a little wet, cigarette, killin some syllables like im feelin' a veteran status but ill be killing the saddest while im refilling the addicts all of em have automatics
Look at the way ive been killin it lyrically everyone's listening, no one is here with me check it im not a conspiracy this is my year to be clear on a victory (end song)
If I had more breath, the last bar was:
leaving you in the midwest with this misery (Missouri)
