THE KNIFE AGAINST MY THROAT SAYS UPLOAD
MY BANDCAMP THIRSTS FOR BLOOD SO IM BLEEDING OUT
SLOWLY
& IT"LL NEVER BE ENOUGH
WHEN MY VEINS RUN DRY
HEAR MY BONES GET CRUSHED
TIL THE DUST PILE'S BLOWN WHEN THE WIND PICKS UP
RESPAWN
& THE GAME GETS HARDER STILL
COPYCAT RAPPERS GET DELETED WHEN THE CARTRIDGE TILTS
IM MORE HARD TO KILL
ALL HEART & SKILL
LITTLE BIT OF LUCK & A LOT OF WILL
MEANWHILE
YOURE SCARED OF YOURSELF
IF I RAPPED LIKE YALL I'D BE EMBARRASSED AS HELL
I DONT TELL FAKE STORIES LIKE JACK & THE BEANSTALK
IM SO COMPLICATED LIKE THAT AVRIL LAVIGNE SONG
& I SEE THE WAY YOURE ACTING LIKE YOURE SOMEBODY ELSE
WANNABES DONT WANNA BE HELPED
IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN
MY WHOLE VIBE'S INFAMY
TIME SKIPS A BEAT
YOU GET CLIPPED THRU THE FLOOR & DIE INSTANTLY
I DONT WRITE SYMPHONIES
I TALK IN BIG CIRCLES TIL I EARN THE MIC'S SYMPATHY
IT'S ALL ME
I DONT RAP ABOUT GENERIC SHIT
I TELL THE TRUTH
I TELL A LIE IF IT'S HILARIOUS
THE SCARIEST PART OF MAKING SHIT IS SHARING IT TO THE UNCARING INFINITE ART HELL THAT WE'RE BURIED IN
IT SUCKS & I WISH THAT I COULD QUIT
BUT I CANT
MY SAVE FILE'S CORRUPTED
FORMAT YOUR DATA OR PLAY ANOTHER GAME
FUCK IT
FEEL THIS SHIT IN YOUR RUMBLE PAK MOTHER FUCKERS
WE'RE BRINGIN THE RUCKUS BACK
WHERE MY CONTROLLER AT?
RUN IT BACK
FUCK AROUND
GET YOUR THUMBS DETACHED
SCREAMIN OUT "WHY GOD?!"
SEE ME TOUCH THE EDGES OF THE SKYBOX DEFTLY
NO CHEATCODES
WEAPONS HELD AGAINST ME NEVER PROSPER
GET TURNED TO LOW-RES DEAD MEAT