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Singed Armhairs [Unfinished]
- I'mma kill em all in a minute,
- Hit it, then I'll hit him when I feel it.
- Drowsy from the herb,
- feelin' like I'm 8 feet tall, balling on these midgets.
- I ain't one for drinkin',
- but there's plenty of cups of alcohol in the kitchen.
- Tired of seein' my friends blasted,
- trip and fall when they sipping.
- Put these motherfuckers on hush mode,
- so y'all better listen.
- Tired of seein' people saying they had my back,
- when we all know that they didn't.
- Quit the bullshitting, you ain't ride or die,
- talking about how you with me for life, who is you kidding.
- I'm cutting off these tumorous fucks,
- saying you're coming up with me is ticklin'.
- Lyin' fucks display less candor than little kids.
- Unstable chumps, every week they got a different chick.
- Fuck a heater, spread the love, I'm on some different shit.
- Might seem animalistic, but I'm calling you out,
- especially on the shit you got twisted, you little bitch.
- Life's too short for so much fuckin' drama,
- so I'm taking time and livin' it.
- Hard to get out of shit, especially when you live in it.
- I'm a breast man, 10 piece bucket full of chicken tits.
- You ain't got the cock to step to me, bunch of dickless pricks.
- Drake said it simplest, You only get one life,
- so you best quick get to living it.
- White suburbanite spitting bars, fairly odd, isn't it.
- Underground like my state, so I don't care if my music isn't shit.
- Speaking literal, if you didn't get it, then you're an illiterate idiot.
- Neither conservative nor liberal, tunes might get some politics in it.
- Our country's getting flushed, time to start fixing shit.
- Or I might hop on a boat, and go grab me some fish &chips.
- Ironically, that's part of my heritage, I swear on it.
- Sometimes, my English comes out,
- I yell out the word Cunt, and swear a bit.
- When I get pissy, I start scaring kids.
- Yelling, at them, and asking where they parents is.
- Occasional angry at the world, because I lacked parents, shit.
- My Grandmother raised me, a bit unfair, ya dig?
- However, she's always supported me, always been there, I guess.
- Abandoned by blood, had me fucked up for years,
- but I'll never be scared again.
- I'll never give up, I'm always grindin',
- until it's either a toe tag, body bag, or I finally win.
- I've got more black friends than white, which is ironic,
- because I'm a rowdy motherfucking aryan.
- Sniffin' the green before it's rolled into spliffs,
- on the occasion I tend to get a bit skittish.
- Which is ironic because, I said no when my mama said
- 'Here Gabe, hit this.'
- I ain't got the time of day for you two faced bitches.
- I'm about money and pussy, bank rolls in the box of kittens.
- Tend to get angry enough to wanna kill shit,
- but I turn on Trash Talk, and thrash out and throw fits.
- I make shit happen, these lames throats is where my chokehold is.
- Backpacking the heads of these wack rappers,
- I'm an angry white kid, so I tote kits.
- Lynch mobbing these wannabes, around they neck is where my rope is.
- I don't carry firearms, but I'll lift the iron with my tired arms,
- put these chumps into dire harm, popping shots off at where liars are.
- Burners on deck, viking funeral pyre charm.
- Paranoia seeping in, giving me reason to hire guards
- Punk rocking, denim attire burnt by half smoked cigars.
- Philosophies give me cause to begin prophesizing.
- Disregard the retards, shotguns duct taped to the guitars.
- Drinking whiskey poured by a St. Bernard,
- while I smoke blunts with Rene Descartes.
- I hope to supply you with this knowledge, impart;
- before I become a corpse, discard;
- the future is barbed, change the words on the tablet before it's carved.
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