Skating down the street tryna' shuv-it straight perfect Thinking 'bout the money crimes, shit its almost worth it Still pretty dummy from a bag, dont search it Spitting these bars but my phone outta' service Party popping off like caps from a turret I fucks with the freaks like Im stuck in a circus Chef Boyardee when I cook then I serve it Flow cold slow but Im quick just to burn it Undecided life die with no insurance Maybe Im too high but I cant be for certain Open-Minded thighs only when she shut the curtains 3 hexagons, 6 a gram, Smoke curses She got her hands down but she aint writing cursive Girl making sounds when Im right by the cervix Steal the kings crown just to make him feel worthless If she gotta' gown you need to be more assertive We can connect if you down for convergence Putcha' hands up like a World War German Cops fall behind 'cuz I got more endurance Preach all you want, I dont need a sermon Type to be a Muslim just to fuck virgins Get it in later 'cuz it isnt that urgent Always looking fresh but Im not that determined Rhyme too clean like I rap with detergent Only see my wood when she hot like a furnice Slept on ya' couch, you should get that shit refurbished I know that theres a purpose, but its hard to learn it Kids float away up on that mainstream current They all go bananas when the radio is workin' Monkey on my back yeah Im carrying a burden Pills 'n the syrup really fucked up my circuits Key to lifes mine but Im too turnt to turn it Monkey on my back yeah Im carrying a burden Monkey on my back yeah Im carrying a burden Pills 'n the syrup really fucked up my circuits Key to lifes mine but Im too turnt to turn it Fuck it, breaking in, Ima make my own heaven gates Kevin Gates head is off, and now I look like leatherface Set the pace with chainsaws, Massacre eleven states High metabolism but with rapping Im a heavyweight Full Lotus Posture when I kill ya, premeditate Taught ya' ass a lesson but I didnt have to educate My vibes deep and full, hear the shit resonate? In every way I levitate no stopping you should check ya' breaks Set the date, Lick-hitter when I slit ya face Feeling like a liver 'cuz ya' health will not regenerate Second day, I rose up on the third son Prophet of the worst ones with weird ass perversions To the left are my boxes Right by my women Stay up in ya lane or we might just have collision Shit, ya' playing games but I cant figure the system N' Ten times Dough had to be what I was gettin' Dreams Cast away, fall into unconciousness Harder than some diamonds that been shaped into some rhombuses Stories haters gotta' make it up, Cosmotologist Winner of elections but Im shitty with the politics Pop into ya section, diabolical apocolypse Got the wits, she got the hips, So stop it Ima follow it Claim Green land like an old Danish colonist Im young and prodigious but I thought that was obvious

Cashin' checks (Havin' sex sex sex) Bitch its 666 My personality is taking effect on her 6 dollars 66 up on the register This cashier stab 'n killing my fucking vibe Watching me for shoplifting Products still inside My damn pocket, empty fuck a bus Ill steal a ride Peel and slide out the parking lot to Dealers Drive Way, wait, like call him up "You gotta' sack?" "I gotta' pound go ahead and walk through the back Door", and I aint' talking anal Im on that Devil shit, blowing rings but fuck a halo Bowl stay full Weed stick with no staple Check the check triple 6 laying on my payroll Other rappers like toys, watch me tear 'em out Every third day they lose track of my wherabouts My philosophy is dont give in to enemies My math consists of me spitting negativity And Im debating just to shoot him for offending me My hobbies are various hoodlum activities Man Im lost in fire Freedom to become a writer Voluntered for a job, Didnt get hired Probably 'cuz my resume just says "Get Higher" and for references I put my dealer and my lighter Man fuck a salary I barely even eat my veggies I only load 'em regardless of if its dank or reggie Plastic faces getting slain, Im getting fed up No time machine but the game I am ahead of Hers is down thats probably how I got to keep my head up Purple to brown, Im Leaning beer into a red cup My eyes are tinted, Dont care if you offended I can feel the tension when she grabs on my appendage Recognize the apprehension, Her genetalia glistens Before I finish my sentence, Bank money will be missing

Gander at my guillotine Slander ya epiphonies Damn her hands are friendly Hand her all my Kennedy's Hammer to my enemies Antagonistic tendencies Slam it vicious wickedly Doper than 5 a G times two A fine fool who fights rules My style leaving rivals corpses pouring into piles My hair could swag for miles You square like some tiles Im flaring up ya' vitals and impairing menstral cycles LABS inside ya' home 911 is what you... Call on ya' phone Cutting wires Puffing fire Rebel against you clones tryna' rupture my Empire (pew, pew pew, pew pew, pew pew) Wars in my head forced as I Star-gaze Grab up on her chest 'cuz this might end in heart-ache Violent pirate patching tridents Not sure where yo eye went Sacrifice a lamb crying Trying just to get some silence Put no lotion on my skin, Still getting hoes again Suppose her grin is showing in Because my zippers opening Bro, I lost my Soul again Her hips will show like bowling pins Potent potion holding Folding opponents low and when I cause commotion showing hoes emotion up the pole and then Down she go so valuable Innie but she out control South is where Im 'bout to go Inhaling all the natural (Drop the nuke) Sit and see how we fit to be the missing piece Consistantly puzzled by my consistency Loaded infantry, Slap a bitch or hit the weed Im showing tendencies pacifist but hit the weed Hit the weed, Hit the weed, Hit the weed Feel like Im boxing trees yo hit the weed Hit the weed, Hit the weed, Hit the weed Feel like Im boxing trees yo lets hit the weed ("Goddamn Potheads"... "fuck" "Get off my lawn" "No" "Thats it, Im getting the shotty") Radical, I pass the bowl Surface Ima grab it low Purp gets passable Third leg stabbing hoes Walk into the vaginal Serve until I have the dough The one who took the pill, Just to slip into the Rabbit Hole Slow-mo as The Matrix But Ive always kept the faster flows Malice in my Wonderland I think the Madder Hatter's home Think I need gold But first I had to gather chrome The bastard-tone of these Casper's all up in my dome Racing Im spraying so get out the way then Im taking the blade to the pigs making bacon Scrumptious, Dumping my seeds up in her muffin Bumping yo its nothing bro Low-key Im cuffing hoes Blow G's of that substance, So Blowed we are untouchable You know me, I love the bowls, Homie, but no love for hoes Knocking the dome I be cocking the chrome Trippy forreally' Im smoking alone Then Im raiding yo home just to pay for the dro We aint taking it slow, We aint taking it slow So much In my system but I want some mo' Killing my kidneys so I need to go Back to the doctor Im rapping so proper Im macking yo daughter then blasting the coppers Passing the pot for the last that is awkward Last is an option Ive never been offered Passing the pot for the last that is awkward Last is an option Ive never been offered (penile diabetes)

Adopted a black cat, walked under a ladder Hopped into the mirror and the glass felt flattered Shattered, pieces, deuces, adios Wrapped her in leashes, noosed it, potty broke Look who it is, lucrative snotty nose shootin' him while googlin' how the fuck my shotty broke "Ooh its him!" The one who gets the spoons to bend with no hands, I romance an old tramp to show dance sell it, I call it ancient movement Im the guy who grips a shank and then shoots it Bullseye, Im the Taurus with bad sight the best spitter in the room and thats on a bad night Yeah right, influence pussies to cat fight Playing a bag pipe while hiding in the black light sort of, because Im half white Jumped over the boarder into water, baptized

Its just another tale of apathy My motivations been going down like this cigarette Thinking 'bout going back to hitting licks Things I start, barely ever finish it My minds just like my friends, diminishing And as my life grows longer I swear I aint gettin' stronger Lay in bed and I ponder How I stay awake without a monster I can feel my world turn slow Barely writing in my journal Im the black dirt in a wormhole I look forward to the inferno and if death is just silence Let me put in some earplugs Hardly ever felt violent Wash it down with a beer chug Past regrets brought back with my family I find myself lost in insanity On my tombstone is where this rap will be Just another tale of apathy Food for thought is a tragedy Finna' shoot up ya Applebee's My outlook is a fallacy If I dont got a will wrote dont get mad at me

Im on a planet with some muhfuckin' aliens Im on a planet with some mothership aliens Im on a planet with some mexican aliens Boutta' be abducted 'till bananna clip spray again Now ya house tattered up, wrap it up Compress it like some shroomies Doobie witta' movie now I'm feelin like it moves me Soon he shootin' Luby's 'cuz they didnt sell me boobies ...I just want 'em on a stick Shitzacob dick before you gettin' robbed quick And honestly, I just need introspection But obviously, I need to find some connections On top of me, She got groin interception They said go hard, So I gave erections Then I ran elections but voted opposition Bungie jump to hell and nobody gunna' miss 'em Kiss 'em, Could be the last communication Crashing into towers just to try to find elation Mind full of patience Psyche ward patient When he broke down let the daemons recreate 'em Im fine with it, Really Im fine with it, Send me down to hell even though Im lifted Benine sentence 'Till you right offended Undergrounds a pile of shit, I lie in it Slip you a drink with lye in it All by suprise my eyes are high tinted So Im hopping into UFO's Just to feel the oribitals These morbid flows Into a stream of cornered souls Learn to know that the swine is out to getcha' Bring an extra trap to the trap of beretta's Clap, heart attack, get sacked if you flex up Pats on the back just pressure me to mess up Everytime I fall its gettin' hard for me to get up Even with my balls its gettin' hard for me to get up I see insanity peepin' up in my window I feel calamity throbbin' up in my temple And all my family probably think Im mental Schizo, and I agree a little bit though Vent it out with the pencil After all this life could be a rental