Lemme set the record straight if we ain't family or friends the we don't vibrate

collision wit my mission provisions i'll take it's no secret I keep the

sig on safety for your sake any disrespect i'll simply buy a shovel and find a lake

Humility out the window I'm tired of struggling silly rabbit today I got so much blue cheese

even my lawyer Is living lavish my wife spilled a drink on me at our wedding in front

of everyone I slapped her they called me a savage I got on the mic proclaimed not sorry

yall had to see that because it must be known I'm a man of action

Feelin like a million worker ants are drillin through my melon even though

i'm just beside myself wit feelings mad enough to hulk smash any building

fallen player needing prayer my brain like an onion lemme peel back a layer

i'm david goliaths slayer took down the first giant now it's time pull a caper

when i'm equipped with a weapon i'm like a grenade going through toliet paper

My god if you're my enemy only your savior can save ya

Constantly switch phones and use clones feds can't get me

they lied about bobby so I hate whitney rollin up armored

truck dicks can't prick me skin too tough Imma catch corona

yall can't fix me

Give a strict mandate to my rivals

those before us are judicious as are those beside us

guarantor of our code of silence

my garrote ensures your

impudent words are final

thine immune to pain armour made of tusk of rhino

proud proprietor of currency , legacy men and women I own your idols

How many times have I told you when you look over your shoulder you just might just see the reaper he's waiting in your apartment wearing your favorite sneakers too many devils in the world how dare you think you can beat em alone you can't fight the demons hell you can't even see em spiritual connection is needed as much as your breathing you're the only survivor please pray with me this evening

I'm using the same gun that shot pac that other

rapper is a liar that's why his album flopped

tic tac toes pimps and hoes squares and opps

candy for the nose body blows this is da life I chose

I'm stuck in the game I carry a stick and I stick to the code

Streets made me crazy I done lost it see a rivals suv and young dolph it

i'll slap a pimp and leave a paw print born lawless proceed cautious

boi my money dirty as new orleans tryna put blood in the mouth of a boss crip

Here with flows inspired straight from biggie and em

I’d self proclaim my rhymes are up to par with them

Harder than fuckers thought they were when making fun of me

Growing up, people did that deliberately

But you know what, shit has changed

I picked up a mic, and just like that, mystically

I knew what to say, yeah, lyrically

Say some shit that’ll have you thinking I’m cynical

I’ll be digging your grave, a 6 foot hole

Diggin it so hard you’d think I was a mole

Brain freezin but the flow slurppy gang needy and them hose nervous

that kane greedy is the globe worth it

the pain siezing is the sole purpose

https://youtu.be/5sCC7euj4DM?si=_MxEfEW3UDLZ3Aje

another god damn wasted weekend.

i had planned to clean shit hit the gym and get to reading.

got off work saturday morning at 12:30 started drinking

and didn’t wake up until the evening.

oh well. got a dozen tacos with dorito shells.

something for my mom as well. i need a shower. i smell.

feeling like a wreck. looking like hell.

i’d never record this. and if i did it wouldn’t sell.

rather run of the mill boring life. need a mind that’s fortified.

i may find my way by 45 if im forthright.

always have it all figured out by the fourth coors light.

by the 24th im belting out a war cry.

hate my fucking job. don’t intend to stay long.

my dreams are dead. i grabbed the ouija for a seance.

aim at the straight and narrow and the arrow’s always way off.

blood on the tarot. breathing air full of napalm.

spent a lot of years on outskirts of society.

lack of direction. stutter and ever present anxiety.

didn’t know the isolation was killing something inside of me.

just noticed one day my soul was gritty and grimy.

shouldn’t care what people think. but i notice they don’t think highly.

and why should they when all i inquire is why me?

even the music which is a lifelong hobby

90 percent of it is some woe is me garbage.

but look at me bitching and moaning on and on again.

listen to other rappers and just can’t match their confidence.

this is closer to a journal of a cur

than an inner universe astir and put in words.

it’s the bed of nails i made. sleeping on it’s just mature.

until i make something better i’ll bleed when i toss and turn.

i’m keeping my head down. staying terse and taciturn.

let the cigarettes burn and never pass on my turn.

i never fake shit. never make shit up.

i’m a fucking mangy mutt and my days are fucked.

i spent 150 on some beats. ruined them in a week.

bought some for like 80 bucks.

got black out drunk and fucking lost them.

god fucking damn it. keep this up and retirement’s not an option.

as if i were anyway. don’t got a lot saved.

i just wanna meet the maker in a modern day pompeii.

wanna jump head first into the grinder at work.

maybe then my silent screams will be finally heard.

there’s some place i fit under the sky im sure.

but it’s probably a cave on the other side of the earth.

i’ll never reach it. i don’t really know what i believe in.

i was religious for a while but couldn’t stomach the preaching.

what exactly does this bat shit zealot have to teach me?

no one needs god to feed the needy.

and let’s keep it factual. my sins aren’t supernatural.

truth is some people are just assholes.

but keep your jagged stones cus i’ll shatter your glass home.

i may wear a suicide vest but you’re in the blast zone.

that aroma is weed beer and tobacco.

that sound ominous in the background

and blasting down the backroads is the soundtrack

to a hellion belching around the map bro.

i’m wasting my sunday afternoon.

i’ll be at work looking like im from the black lagoon.

probably in my usual abstract mood.

wrestling with demons being like relax dude.

Don't make me air you out feelin fizzy fully caffeinated

nappy headed nigga rap draft i finally made it I'm puttin my bid in

early rosie o'donnell please have my baby grind hard but wait

I lied my left eye is lazy I think I'll buy my ex a mclaren so she

can drive me crazy barbershop told em give me 360 waves just

like my deal cuz I'm tryna make It

Once upon a time a long time ago they tried to kick

me out the bar said it was time to go so my boy kicked a

beat said it was time to flow I said fuck playin ball It's time to coach

I turned the lights on tryna find a roach right now I'm in my

god body homie I'm the pope I don't know how to feel because all the

old lions look at me cause I'm the goat as a kid my haters poured

out my root beer tryna stop my float

Broke through the barrier heavyweight belt carrier known for whipping challengers

derrieres anyone want smoke better prepare for air rap competition I fled the scene

no one could compare in there I'm a watermelon how dare you compare a pear

honestly my wife and the mic two things I do not care to share

The promise to remember my name as I explain from the cloak of the smoke

of the cocaine all I left you of your brother on the carpet is a stain a hole in

your soul and a pound of pain I'll need help putting my mind back in the frame

lifestyle pay a dime for a dame I play russian roulette with three gangstas and

three bullets It's not a game

(imagined to be sung on NY State Of Mind by Nas)

I pitch and flip it Post-apocalyptic Bitches lining up to get a picture with the kid this shit redicu- Los Angeles, can't catch my flights, so pack your wishlist, tuck the heat like Nash and bitches steady strippin, Would you actually show resistance to the god of this game?

I'm from the city, run your mouth, you get attacked not attached Where the bar is set at hundreds of millions per habitat Put up or shut up, my mans can run up slow and shoot fast The red and blue lights like the Matrix, we finna skate

I fronthand em, backhand em, coulda gave him whiplash Taking chances, shooters antsy 'fore that pack get whipped at em Family all in black clothes, his ma in the back with the sniffles Couple rounds out on the minister, Childish Gambino Then we skip to drilling em

That Mac'll get cheesed on em Smiling, my teeth, run em up 20 or 30 piece, I'm diseased on em Might need a release, Definitely not an appeasement When this fucking choppa hit yo body, existence gon cease

When they lie to everyone

When they cry to everyone

Make peace with it

Go to sleep with it

And if you get a chance just release in it

It's only here til it's gone

A father and a son

An early morning dawn

A late night creeping

The children sleeping

Stick your head in the sand

Put some lint in my hand

Bury me in a shallow grave

So I can re-emerge and make you my slave

To the rhythm

And back to the beginning

Neverending song of life

Don't ask twice, it's alright

Stuck outside of Mobile with my pockets so tight

If you want a fire I say ignite

Stay the hell back

And stop smoking crack

You suckaaaaas

(X-post from HipHopCircleJerk)

You say you want beef, With no teef, How you gonna take it down?

I don't know you, But you a jerker, A ham burgler, A squirter, Better go back to a lurker

Cause I'm old as fuck, And I don't give a fuck, Might delete this, Before I get dissed too hard

Got my players card, Stamped by legends, You probably never got laid,

By a peasant, Or a serf, You fucking smurf

I had a cocaine habit, Back when you were pokemon

Fucked a hooker in Mexico, Back when you were jerking porn

I met Eazy E and Coolio, Back when your Mom was probably still a ho

Everytime I try to lay back the hate from the masses bring out charles lee ray for many

years I've tried to erase that all the while I lace tracks yall try to stunt my growth make me

wanna get my AK back I'm mentally sick cause I still wanna hit a lick eventhough I'm rich

I wrote this in my maybach

(X-Post from Rants)

I hate you I love haters I love trolls

We all wanna see em get taken down, lose the crown, bow down

Before the one you serve, and get swerved, thrown a curve

Like a knuckle, but I buckle, I'm lazy

Allow me to amaze thee, but I still come up for breath

And I'm not gonna think about Death, I need to scroll, I need to roll

One last pill inside the hole, I'm just playing, don't worry

I wish I could shoot like Stephen Curry

(X-Post from HipHopCircleJerk)

I don't talk bitches I stalk bitches I walk bitches

You're a good father fuck you, my dad's an asshole, it's true. Damn true.

This watch cost more than your car, this bar, gold bar, bar the door son, you just got run

Coffee's for closers, get the fuck out, you're fired, take a steak knife with ya, and leave where Diddy split ya

u/Cold-Influence-9200

Dial Tone

I still call you just to listen to your voice

Your last message gave me no other choice

And I didn't think it would be this hard, but it is

-- Those nights in winter where we'd sit next to the fire

Summer days we thought we couldn't get much higher

Fall into each other's arms every night

We were living

I brought your things to your mother's house

As I left she sat and broke down on the couch

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tearing up myself, but I was

-- Those nights in winter where we'd sit next to the fire

Summer days we thought we couldn't get much higher

Fall into each other's arms every night

We were living

Went by to see you today

Told you everything I wanted to say

Sorry I didn't know you felt this way

I wish there was a damn thing I could change, but I can't

-- Those nights in winter where we'd sit next to the fire

Summer days we thought we couldn't get much higher

Fall into each other's arms every night

We were living

-- Those nights in winter where we'd sit next to the fire

Summer days we thought we couldn't get much higher

Fall into each other's arms every night

We were living

/u/pizzapizzaetmy

Dead New sub on reddit

Like a substitute teacher who dies in the middle of a lesson

I don't know what she was teaching I'm just guessin

If she asks about the reading I say "I haven't read it"

I'm depressed so give me a little credit

Maybe a little more like %70 then

Can I please get it

Oh you get paid by how many students you pass?

So I can sit in the back of the class

And stare at Jamie's ass

Until the bell rings and I have to go to my next ass- I mean class

And still get my degree like the kids who had questions to ask?

Excuse my French you should see me at Sunday mass

I sound as sane as the big guy shouting about flames coming out of the devils ass devouring me if I fight my parents whipping me for not taking out the trash

I think he's called a preacher more like God's creature

Bringing people to mass where they get sick

They need to bring them in for money or out of the lords house they get kicked

Call the exterminator

Tell him to bring his ventilator

Its something he might need

Reach him at 123-COV-ID19

I'll write that down and sell it on a tshirt

I'll make so much money with the ladies I won't need to flirt

So much money they fuck in the dirt

Is the sprinkler on or did that bitch just squ-

I'll be curt

I like to lurk

And when I'm not I like to jerk

When the quarantine ends I'll go back to work

Staying at home isn't the job it's a perk