This dope, I used to flip & sell/ these folks,used to toss coins at me like a wishing well/ if I gotta count it, make sure it's the right amount/ gets, deposited, cuz obvious-/-Lee, I trust no body to be,honest as me/comma, commonly, drama is free / but that don't mean it's drama free/ cuz alott of cheese is a block of cheddar/ alot of fiends would chop off yer head fir/ a little chunk of that bread your/ keepin inside your bed spread or/ inside the beds head board / haven't been taking my meds for/ at least a week, my sheets ,they stink/dehydrated, I may need a drink/ the way that I think, playin' voo-doo jinx/ messin' with hexx'es ,as my ex sits/on her sexy ass injecting her neck with/ a collection of sepsis, inception/ injections ,inflections,infecting/my digestion, directed to my intestins/ I've said shit, I've fuckin pled with/ this chick, till I was red in the head ,shit/ but the good it did? Anyone's guess...which....is why ..I made this song about my life....my life ,my life..(CHORUS) ...IF, IF,IF THIS ISNT ISN'T,A DRUG RAP...THEN WHAT GOOD,GOOD, IS THE DRUM TAP/ IM FUCKING HUNGRY& MY LUNGS BLACK/ I DONE HACKED, UP BLACK SPIT/ SMOKIN ALL THAT BAD SHIT/ CAUSIN' HAVIC, ON MY INTESTINAL TRACK/ SO I INVEST IN THIS OR THAT WHICH/ KICKS ASS ,RAP TRACK, FUCKIN' MAKIN IT SLAP,QUICK/ AROUND YOU...I DONE BEEN RUNNIN' LAPS,TRICK...LAPS TRICK/...I keep lapsin' back in, -to what I fathomed / would be the last thing,I could've imagined/ I couldn't have then,predicted half this/ passive, pasafistic inscription/ inlistin' my fist in/ side of your driftin'/ slide in my friction/ survived by the skin in/or, of my teeth, stayin' humble be/ what troubles me, what covers me/ what could possibly be in love with me/ I'm so rotten,toxic & awful/ I'm a law breaking, unlawful/ who hits the gas when the cops pull/ up behind me & hit their high beems/ my life swings, back n' forth/ like a pendulum, which that of course/ is mathematicly morphed,into a lack of force/ every single correct answer in algrebras course/ ...material, I'm seriously, cereal../ I'm all about denaro.../ all about the feral ,Christmas carol/ the merro' ,go round/ every flows drowned by this cold sound/ no clowns, could sound so profound/ shits about to go..go...go down/ fuck what your preferred pronouns/ are.is..them..was..or will be/you kill me with all this trivial nonsense/my subconscious is lost in it's detox-ness/ poppin' oxy's,cotton boxers on / droppin yawns, & poppin' strong/ prescription drugs,whether they've been prescribed/ by you,for you or through you/..yo..what's it to you?/ you used to be the plug, fuckin' Guru/ you're the shit, so I guess you're also the poo-poo/ in my new shoes lookin for hulu/ my new boo,she's off the choo-choo../ train, all the pain ,- full shits we've been through,/between our two brains ,we going mental/ breakdowns til we cement thru/ all the defense you/ try to keep so people like yer ex stay away/so we can lay in the shade, blazin' strains/of raising cain
FlatNasty
