Under my tongue I keep the razor tucked in,
I’ve been dreaming of money waking with paper cuts,
Thoughts so vivid couldn’t make it up,
All these bitches blac chyna couldn’t take a nut,
I only want to fuck because I hate ya guts,
I’ll only let you stay if I can tape it shut,
A nightmare in my conscience.
I done smoked myself senseless thinking nonsense
Staring at the walls tryna make em laugh
I’ve been drowsy as hell barely taking half
Fuckers taking lines and I’m taking back
Digging up Whitney we can take a bath, going blow for blow tryna match the line
This suicide pact got matching lines
Filling in this page just to pass the time,
Coming to terms nothing’s patched my mind

I write I spit I’m past this beef
Like Americans playing victim when taking Iran’s heat
Whose like a shrink sharing the pack of beats
My groceries down to like a snack a week
Got sent the deets
Praying for teeth the shade of converse on kapeesh
Told her to make it sting on the other end of a leash
And the camera may be rolling but my mind steal the scene
The camp in the bedroom distilling the scene
Who he who make his vocal chords bleed
That’s a god among kings and a god among freaks
That’s an angry motherfucker with a failing country
That’s a failing motherfucker in between identities
You can tell a failure by the callous on the knees
I choose to cut the callous off and toss it to the breeze
That’s a bullet in the heart if they ever order freeze
They better call their PR if they ever order me

I’m going dumb in this this bitch like Bobby Boucher
your ass getting washed like this is a bouday
we hear you talk it’s whatever
shut your mouth you came to watch the parade
I’m with your chick kicking back while we watch anime
They like that yu yu hakasho? I wrote a song about it
they want the dick to down her close and rap a towel around em
I’m tryna eat em out and bounce like I got shit to do
Run and chuck the deuce
I’m the hen that got out the chicken coop
my right hand hit like the drums on money folder
my mic stand used for running laps round all you posers
sliced ham is what they look like when I pull from holsters
got a Greek chick that when she bust sh out here yelling OPA!
no lie, I’ve got that creamy tapioca
when I’m running through my town I swear they love me like I’m Sosa !
Hans got the strain and urs passed out
Zech Kap and I plotting on your girls night gown


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She put my fire out
So I put my cigarettes out in her palm now
Word is burn down
The whole michelada
Damn right I’m meta
Beware the quiet kind
My other face is leather
Kurt Loader if he was loaded and did the weather
Trying to control the current
And garbage island’s texture
What else should God be doing
If not for convoluting and mockery making, these are my contributions baby
Introduce Kap to your homegirl that’s boy crazy
I’ll send her back born again wreaking of self-respect
Skipping to her very own theme and melodies
A crown of my seed I just told her it’s baby’s breath
Not exactly a late bloomer but you’ll get it later
Pimpin’s easy you ever tried crafting nomenclature
Nah, then I guess it’s just me
Wordsmith, nerd shit
A Lvl Hd ‘til hell freeze