I'm getting by my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm names I want to dig my way to I want to dig my way to
I'm getting by my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I want to dig my way to I want to dig my way to
Guess I got a way with words I could get away with Ever heard of Aspergers? a rare condition It's you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an Eighty degree day and there's no air conditioning And you can't see, the hair is frizzin' 'Cause you got the windows up blaring the in your Chevrolet Prism
The devil ain't on the same as him Just someone who rebels in masochism And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping So bad they should put his a** in I word bully I verbally verbs like he did something to me personally Used so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap
Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm To shop at and it became art And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I still get in fights with the same At the same Walmart over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I play! You think you saw this basket Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay Illest you could think I would say Mind's a pile of clay When's the last time you saw a villain with a a gaping hole in it Whip out, whip
Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the State Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire And straight to hell got an by the gates So Satan stuck his face in an But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face And this ain't got nothing to do a scalar Being gay little but by the way Plus it's darker by the day I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
It's a miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray I'm sellin' buffet style all the s*** you can eat $11.99 so come on and a plate I'm throwin' down the to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the In the meantime it's always time
I'm by with my wicked ways I'm up and I'm taking names I to dig my way to hell I want to dig my way to
I'm getting by my wicked ways I'm up and I'm taking names I want to dig my way to I want to dig my way to
I've a career a**hole I don't see why these people always got my I done so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake But I was put not by accident I had a and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s*** And I'm coming to get that back Like Ndamukong the can build Your mama can ask me for my That cougars a MILF, she's the trick in the book But I sure would for that You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight I get on the mic I'm a snap Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital When I would have caught a flat
If it makes you sick to your stomach it Indigestion my suggestions's If it feels like I'm running away with the Its I am don't speculate spectate All I got is dick for days and for decades But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck Cry till you get puffy red face But I'm on this jet plane You fly, you're an airhead I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a hole, sorry another catchphrase But your baggage ain't fit in my storage over headspace 'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged Other words don't try to put the in a headcase
'Cause stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling No wonder you can't stand me, I need my Someone help me I my face is melting If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty If you read my you can see my pain And you could see why I'd be way Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my
'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo on a cycle If I Iko I'm out of like no Other mike-o, you to the nightpost but a hole inside your skull where you eye close 'Cause I'm sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual and ride it, like a motorbike I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro And heigh-ho, hand me my I'm libel to dig my hole deeper off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I want to dig my way to I to dig my way to hell
I'm getting by with my ways I'm up and I'm taking names I to dig my way to hell I to dig my way to hell
Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be you, God S***. It's a I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a in mouth and get my balls blew out And gay the A.M And lay with eighteen guys naked and let show, let myself show But f*** it, from the tucket Life's too short to not your bone So everybody, Circle jerk, my body
Who is that? are you going? Mm come back Why does everyone leave me? F*** you then Blow it out a**