Me

Bad lips, chapped lips, cracked lips, fat lips, mean spirits, confusing lyrics.

Good critics, two syllables a minute, rap passionate, living vivid.

Rhyming addicted, twisted and committed, lyric gifted.

Unlimited wicked rhymes, oftentimes, Twenty One Savage grind.

Designed to rewind, fuck Christ. Sacrificed my disguise.

Love lady thighs, recognize the surprise that guys apologize.

Never followed advice, raised the skies, tried to fly, multiply my syllable supply.

Never satisfied my ally, why and I so shy?

This is all me, everybody going crazy around me.

Sorry to nobody, probably having sloppy Johnny being cocky.

Sundays feeling like a zombie, then woke up feeling like Rocky.

Trying to be better than War, war torn, worn to perform.

Tries to outperform, tries to transform into Shady, maybe one day.

Might happen on a birthday, could've been yesterday, a Thursday.

Thirsty Thursday, on an Earth Day.

People tell me,

Hmm, let me see, because honestly he's usually fucking this industry.

Hmm, let me see, because literally I think differently so I don't give any sympathy.

Hmm, let me see, because my parents and I disagree so hopefully I find some good company.

Nine rhymes in three lines, four, just because I was bored.

Doing me, just living life.

So maybe I can give myself a surprise, and skydive, and fantasize about paradise.

So four rhymes in one line. I wanna cross the borderlines.

So, Supersonic, breaking into the supermarket, maybe Target, they retarded.

I'm symbolic for being exotic. I crunch as many rhymes as I can.

Goddamn, higher than Batman, spitting lines like Birdman.

You heard, man, if I put these words on a diagram, it would be more fucked than Langham.

Thirty so far, I'm a Rockstar with a guitar, these rhymes aren't that hard.

These songs getting shorter, I'm facing a challenge.

I'm like a savage, not average with these words as I manage to damage this orphanage.

I will never quit, never give up, Saint James, coming for you.

As I use my I Don't Give a Fuck attitude to destroy your avenue.

I don't care about shit, as I spit, these rhymes to my limit, as I crush your spirit.

I will be the best, I'm on a conquest to be obsessed.

Don't care if I'm wrecked, I will make progress.

Dawg, raise your hand if you are a dick head, like me.