I'm scared to post these lyrics, or any of my lyrics tbh. But fuck it. Enjoy Been alone in my own thoughts so long, Don't know if they're concious or not, Staring at the clock, Tick tock, Why's nothin' changin? My life needs re-arrangin', It seems strange when All my plots were all together and then tied off with a knot, And as it crashes i'm ashin these blunts To run from this madness, Stuck askin', why did this happen? I won't be the first to see, my worst enemy Don't need a psychic to read me, There's no denying there's reasons why But my visions in my mind seem right, And these demons don't create a line, They keep waterin' roots, And as it rapidly grows I'm eating their forbidden fruit, And i'm fallin inside this black hole Now i'm all alone To the point of helplessness I'm where the darkness lives, It's fillin' the voids with emptiness So now the reapers fearin' death Your doctors an imposter, If he's not curin' ya Don't be surprised, everything's a lie, The devil's distorted ya Ever wonder why, When your ingrained in his grape vines You refuse to find, The truth lies on the dark side? - Sickarius
I'm still hot n will pop a pill maybe shoot it up like the cops I kill Oh my flows healthy but im sicker than a toxic spill Hot as steel meltin in to blocks in mill smelters still swelter like a tropic grill Droppin bills shoppin choppin heroin n krokodil block is still poppin like the rock I deal Talk is still cheaper than yall pockets feel. Player? You aint got a field And snitchin to the cops would be tge only way you got a deal And I don't fuxk w 5 0s, we shoot em up like lypos in white folks these fat pigs get blasted like rhinos Like why tho? Like why ask if they shot at me cuz I shot back it left three dead police fled the scene headed for a pine casket I'm a crime lord with a fine rachet bitch dime with a mind that defines masochist Slide in the ride with w pint of activis a wine at her side while I'm flyin past the pigs High as the sky while them lights is flashin clips blastin hollow tips smash in
Ok I guess minus lip hair your bitch is fine in compare to mine except that lazy eye which ways she trying to stare? Her fuckin eyes all twisted like a ride at the fair an her face looks like mike tysons bitin an ear Bro I said bring a date. You invited a bear, and if I feed tge fat bitch shell try and hibernate here So take ho home
Go home, I'm shooting up w no chrome Junkie drug abuser thug and loser puking foam and going stupid on this music shit Y'all are just confused a bit, kinda like some Jewish kids with crucifix tattoos and asking who is this? Lunatic, I be off in NA takin shots and then blaze poppin pills flippin scripts till my doctors pen breaks Find me off in intake send me to the Penn state wanna give me 10 great Prosecuter shot up, I hope doesnt get AIDS Lol
Ill spit some awkward shit cause I aint got a pot to piss in my prime like I'm optimis like I got a lis lis Lisp, horter than the top of lit spliffs get tricks but my bottom bitch picks like lobotomists sick I'm in a bottomless pit with coke and heroin and Marilyn is swollowin dick Its so embarrassin for parents to acknowledge this shit, say they daughter a go, so they callin it quits I'm in the pool with the tool shootin all of the kids fuck the future you aint ever got a promise to live Day to days just a race for the dollars an flips ballers in whips shoot em up with all of ur clips Rappers come in to my town I just call em a bitch no collab work hope you niggas fall off a cliff Haha Ahhhhhjhh no love for you shoot at me ill duck a few shoot in back like its hoops or craps when I'm coming through Fuck ur crew shoot ya mommas house screaming what it do fuck her too you tube that shit got a bunch of views It's in my videos flushin out y'all shitty flows skinny pants wearin y'all should stop it with those kiddy clothes Dancing in your videos like p diddy did in those shake my head when his flows all died with biggies ghost An thats like you an me, you just usin me, you fucking Judas budda users aint confusin me Your fuck useless I'm just lucifer like who agrees? A satanist drank a fifth in church then I shoot the priests Who's the beast
fuck a therapist, shot em up terrorist, heroin, twins in my bed, its just an emptt pair of fifths Drugs rap music gor u goin stupid an ur marriage split while I'm blow incoke with my ha ds on a pair of tits How fuckin fair it is?
Freon gas an pee on fags with more coke cases on me than Dion has Dope dealin broke stealin I just need that cash Hos fiendin go reason I just need that ass Chromes creeping domes leak in I just see that splash O E an colt drinkin I don't need bad tats Fuck a gang you get shot I dont need no rags I got my bitch getting chips like its Frito bags While she strips when I'm flippin these kilo packs Weed bows racks throw at casino craps reload macs for police to see those blast Chief on gas an cocaine the primo lasts canr see shit hope pray that we dont
Here are 2 verses: I’ve never been much but a tailor Of this putting pencil to paper I’ve always been somewhat of a taker This magic show couldn’t get faker Rockin’ crocs and stocking’ socks Snort a flawless rock Then stalk the block Heads on the block that talk Dead game oh stop just halt Tell me can’t and not I’m a man that gots The mind of an illiterate Staring at a letter thinking what the fuck I’m just done with trust I’ll tell you how much a dream weigh I stay throwed in the game And these hoes stay the same Once a fucker come up on change Now he’s surprisingly treated great Just cuz he keepin’ weight It’s too much let me drain Where’s ya heart beat it ain’t faint Don’t ya start beef cuz I got that flame Call my room the powder section cuz nigga i got that cane And these bitches drug habits I’m the fucking one to blame She go to you to git a buck Then git at me for them drugs Then instant replay Fade away went and feint I’ve never been much but a tailor Of this putting pencil to paper I’ve always been somewhat of a taker This magic show couldn’t get any faker Fuck the stars of creation You’ll never get a scent of me What’s a 2 pair to three aces? I’m my own worst enemy I’m my own worst enemy Killing to sustain the lifeblood A boy’s chance in the eyes of a white judge Pressure on pressure till i crack pipes No jesus conduct just a lil’ act right Most would say they’re far from home Whether I lay on a bed or an inch of foam It’s not where you from it’s where you’re at Any loser could’ve told you that I’ve got a screw off and hat loose Lying again what a bland fool I should change my attitude? You should get that bag and move Makin’ that bag move Makin’ that bag move Like I’m Moneybagg yo Body me I couldn’t see that though All talk has to be backed up one day And I’m a monster head that cunt dazed Half ass greeting that’s a blunt wave They’d love to see me eat my dick off Shoot at the mouth I’m biting lips off
Shoot at the mouth like I'm biting lips off X a rapper Out and my lines Just criss cross Any mc want it tell a bitch to get lost Tell a hoe to bounce soon as my dick soft Soon as the kids talks it's over tick tock Tell a rhymsayer what time it is wrist watch Make a rapper get god, Jesus, Krishna run to allah when I come off The Dome with This sick Rock It's an an enigma My words just come to fruition Want your virgins come and battle me it's a suicide mission Who am I kidding I'm with the beef it's the stew in my kitchen And the vegans want the dude to die viscious for all the moos that I dimmen I can't see y'all stand in my way ain't even .skewing my vision Never ending bars I'm putting you in my prision
I'm in a tragic state massive pain an sadness make toxic tears flowin down my face like its acid rain And all these drugs that I do make me act insane. I'm sorry if you knew me when I was on smack an cain I justified my fucked up life by sayin thats the game and anybody try to talk some sense to me was actin lame An thats the way I thought it then a lot of friends stopped callin when they couldnt get through to me, they walked away I understand every day I was intoxicated every single day with the plug like I'm on the matrix Was on a space ship and nows like I got a basement at mommas house and I'm down and the conversations Are condescending and end up in confrontations often hinting at his fucked up occupation Selling drugs is abomination, so is bombin nations, unless bush or obama hates them Contemplations of a junkie and observations, honest statements often make awkward conversation If you voted for trump, you need an operation, you need lobotomies its bothers me you all could think youre not a racist
2 new verses First I’m a put you through that wall Put up an ad for you for all To see and ignore It’ll read Well suck dick for views and bleed In his boy pussy for a hint of clout Fried and flipped like in and out I’d force feed you rust and paint chips Infinite excuses wait shit from delivery to latence Issue is you’re mentally vacant Attach me to your wait list And I’ll have Kaitlyn and Peyton Knock pictures off the wall, frames, and I’m an admitted try hard Reluctant of white soft Takes scum to know scum, scum bag I’m a nigga that’ll punch a fan Fuck views, money, bundled grams Music gets so deep fuck you prodding it Fuck your acknowledgements I’m fucking dope as fuck You ask others if you dope enough Kill yourself nigga close it shut Who’s gonna notice ay I’m I’ma throw away And now we focus aim We staying loaded ay I saw the signs So fake lame and time consuming with froggish might connish eyes Had me be a convenient whore Doing all but pulling tricks at the convenience store Shocking, that ain’t shit when you cut the seams of chords I’ve been consulting with cheats before Putting my hopes and futures in this before the snake Of it all came, God fornicate With my plans so I can be “expecting” Positive thoughts won’t rent me Food for thought? Please Can I find that at the produce freak? Actions speak louder than audible trash No gifts Santa Claus is so trash Years without autumn Lifetime without companions Everything’s eventual Sleep well ambium
Massive hits of acid mixed my raps to shit like all these mumble rappers witha passive lisp Ratchet bitches love my raps but I just want an average chick who aint a mental patient and complaining when I'm madnl or sick
Thank you Massive hits of acid mixed with activis switched my raps to shit like all these mumble rappers with the passive lisp Or an alcoholic askin pass the fifth ask in if they got a blunt roll it up pass the spliff Blastin off like some austronauts ass or dicks after this at the Ritz smoking with the baddest bitch have her tits holdin on my face like some acne strips told her give me head till she has some ashy lips then she has split And black lives matter, I'm not an activist its doesnt make me ine its mainly just I'm not a fascist pig Who gets his sick fuckin jollies off blastin kids he prolly would have never shot until he saw how black he is That's a bitch Fuck the police my homies parolees an OGs we so seasoned tho we got no beef An no reason to cause that dont lead to loot but you boys actin rash gon provoke me to shoot I just smoke trees an do shows and do bring some huge coats cause whos flows are so freezin? bitch I'm too cold Machete splits in ur neck or liver head dismembered, I never quit ima heavy hitter, sumo
10 am hit the bottle, hit the grind I hit a line at 8 an act like it was fine Moms tried to call again, I hit decline always sayin ima hit her back at a different time My chicks a dime I can't see why lives a life with a fuckin junkie who can't stop committin crimes She even got her degree, I'm getting mine, fuckin jokin, im smoking an shit by 9 Gettin high, chasing dragons in the sky, synthesis cocaine till it's crystallized Simple lies seem to ripple to viscious tides pull me back under an I wonder should I swim or die I been alive 30 years but I didnt try cause I always thought I be a dead man at 25 So I slung dope and popped kids like jump rope obnoxious as hot chicks who really just want hope That when they go out that they wont get their butts groped an told that its fine cause they came wearin sluts clothes Rut roh, my blood flows like cut throats a punched nose or cunts GROSS, man its just jokes Punchlines on my lunch time I just wanna unwind, with a blunt and some dumb rhymes Problem child, there always were some signs, drugs done in slums guns my love life Fuck life, I don't need no crushed ice I'm drinking out the bottle I dont mean like bud light I wake up to demons an screamin at night, then I wake up to drinkin an weed in my pipe I stay fucked up leanin an fiendin sometimes its a way fucked up feelin to NEED to get high Broke than a bitch and my piece of the pies getting stole by the rich who just eat till I die Fuck it, I just need to get by..