Untitled Song

you thought you had bad problems well i should let you venture in my

militant mental and watch you burn, to me its no concern, i could put love in

or could push hate shells on drum break but instead imma fucking awkward

kid, always have been, its better to stand out than stand in, but im so

sick and tired of humans that consume the happiness out me so ive been

shoveling a 30ft deep hole where i can go and hide when i wanna be left

alone which is all the fucking time, am i wrong for falling in love with

finding my poetic zone, which is me kicking it at home alone with the same

type crimes imma outta my mind, thoughts so sporatic i cant even get

song to make sense but im senseless so what where you expecting

loling at you EP and no secret that you follow in the footsteps that i laid

like everybody up in this mutiny, selling shirts and shit man who idea is this

minds still brewing like a coffee pot, im all bout my dollars if i dont like you

we dont talk a lot and thats a given, if you cant tell by now my flow hittin

something outta the 90's but with a new twist still sorta on the same shit tho

yeah thats how it go 16 20 17 the first three bars to this murder scene

you tryna make sense outta shit you aint seen but only read which is

fake media all over your facebook feed, can i eat ya girls ass like that movie

human centipede, cause she a bad one and im a bad one, lets get

interracial and make chocolate milkshake, ya ass great its on 8 outta 10

thats a win let me whisper in ya ear things you wanna but shouldnt hear

then afterwards lets get outta here escape to my place where its gettin

freaky go ahead girl ya man gone for weekend, plus i think he might be tweakin

do you why the hell is he mad, cause im sicker with a pen and pad, i got the flu

my bad

cough