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Off Yellow Freebase
- My motor mind runnin' way too fast, tryptamine and pine gonna help me blast
- Or Outlast this asylum, got these wicked thought knots, and I file them
- From A Z, anarchy, a violent tendency, a drug binge on ecstasy
- What's next for me? Where's the referee?
- Cause the game of Life is pullin' knives on me
- Skinnin' men no phenergan needed, you gettin' bleeded
- Makes me feel heated, red meat is good to eat, kid
- And I ain't that picky when I'm trippin' out on 'cid, open pop, flop, drop the lid
- NaOH, a base to yo face, you can die in lye in the back of a place
- A basement,spy, cause you gettin' based in it
- I'm freebasin' vapor chasin' space is spinnin' and my heart is racin'
- You could ask Heather, but she's gagged with some leather
- I love this game, the pain just means I'm gettin' better
- Leather gloves on veins make a lovely sight
- And this ain't even half of my lovely night
- I ain't even half way right, I went left on the path we write
- Baphomet talks to one who listens, visions of incisions
- Are my wisdom, teeth chewin' matter like a Hatter done switched in
- Monsters are real, demons are among us, you just go and ask the fungus
- It'll tell you 'bout the humongous problem we all facin'
- Nations slavin' for meaningless money, and honey isn't it really funny
- Tomorrow is never guaranteed, but we get jobs and work for greed
- Spend a life on a line, or in a den with men for crimes
- Rend our children in our wars, oil and soil boil our tours
- Of occupation, cultivation, of a culture meant to call your hatred
- Right into place, never question a talking face
- Take your pills, you're a walkin' disgrace
- And when you can't pay your bills you're gonna feel outta place
- Welcome to Hell, welcome to the rat race
- Seen some dogs come and go, but this cat here likes ta lay low
- And I'm still trappin', I'm still rappin', adaptin' to scrappin'
- Like I just snapped to action, cause I been dead, off in my head
- Had traction for bout 2 years, now I'm spittin' true tears instead
- Cause moneys gettin' low and the rent's gettin' bigger, and I'm bout show that Dahmer
- Was a calmer picture, palm this mixture of acid rap, cause I'm the vat without a fuckin' cap
- And I'm bout ta snap to make my dap
- Just an arsonist, with heartless fits, of artless licks that I hit
- On a track, while my mind bends n snaps n I go whack
- Got many problems and they just keep gettin' stacked
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