Illegal Thought Process

 

(Pre-verse)

 

A lot of people probably would wish death upon my name

But I'ma cause their nightmares when I step into the grave

I done went insane. I'll never be the same

But if you want to give me hell, just remember. You're messing with a ranged fiend.

 

(Verse 1)

 

Stirring up riots.

People want beef but they're serving us fries.

I'll cause a Russian Flashbang, put a girl on her knees

Clap her ears as I squirt in her eyes.

Go home for the night, end up in a Bloodbath, start murdering wives

Perverted mind prevents a person who tries to process shit.

To the point where words can't describe it.

Tell me what the purpose of life is.

You'd be yearning to die.

No witnesses, just innocent people burning alive

Turning the Mic into a weapon of mass murder

So it's always a massacre when I write

I don't wanna hurt you alright?

But I have the urge to despite the fact that I gotta hurry to find the dirtiest lines

And I've been on the search for a while although I guess you bitches

Wanna turn and act like your opinion actually matters

When the truth is if I can't curse when I'm trying to write a song

But you bitches bark at me. Probably should have pulled a LC

And say you're proud to be a furry for life

But I don't even gotta try to diss so vile to churn your insides.

Because rapping is easy, like nursery rhymes.

You bitches could never take shit further than I've been

Shit. You bitches was hoping I wouldn't start jerking my knife

Out of a bitch who's vertebrae I broke. Reverberate like

Personally, I was hoping you'd close the blinds

Because I look at you retards, and it's hurting my eyes.

But if you want to search for a fight,

trouble is something you will certainly find

Especially when I've told you for the thirtieth time

I've told you that you don't wanna try me

Because my lyrics physically be hurting your spine

And some of these thoughts I have should be illegal because the process

Is unbearable which is the only reason I still wanna lurk in the night!!!

 

(Verse 2)

 

People wanna make my life a living hell

But if I had to throw a dime in a wishing well

I'd make everybody eat my shit. Blowing up Citadels

I was still one of the best rappers here even when I fell!

 

(Verse 3)

 

I made two albums in a month, now that's a double kill

If you wanna fuck around and find out, it's your head on my wall

Off of one song, I made a couple million

Now people wanna talk about how bad I fell off

If everybody dissed me at once, It doesn't matter cause I'll still

Outdo everyone else here, I ain't ever gonna stop

I yell at the top of my lungs and when I make a rap, I got no chill

So every time I freestyle, it's just a Holocaust!!!

 

(Outro-Verse)

 

A lot of people probably would wish death upon my name

But I'ma cause their nightmares when I step into the grave

I done went insane. I'll never be the same

But if you want to give me hell, just remember. You're messing with a ranged fiend.

So I wouldn't be surprised if we reap what we sow

But I'll scream at a sped to get them to leave me alone

Bloodbath was a freestyle piece of the dome

And this is one so I assure you when the albums released, I'll explode!