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.