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Goodnight my kitten hang my baggage on a coatrack
It’s a known fact I was broken and couldn’t control that
Just know that I walked miles warmed by them smoke stacks
Supposed that I wouldn’t go bo jax on these old cats
Don’t ask me to hold back when the shadows wanna soul snatch
And that slow lap is the reason some of yall got ya hopes dashed
But I blow past the opps they could Kodak the blowback
That whole dough stackin is prozac your lifestyles throwback
I’m ghostface nah with that dome aim I’m cobain
Nah with them evil needle games my story end like coltrain
Just a cold train fuck that coldplay we demand that clones pay
bones break able to blow Big Daddy close range if you know Kane
Propane to ya closed drapes you are what ya folks makes
A little cocaine in your OJ will wake you up most days
Try to locate where them ghosts lay and make a showcase
Just prorate the selling out to pay for your own grave
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I’ll drink till it kills me I’ll die when I’m done
My mothers son with a belly full of rum
Raised by the punks who run in the slums
Found myself shunned while still sucking a thumb
I was young when I learned noone will take care of me
Pride the reason why I do terribly in therapy
Searching for some clarity I don’t want your charity
Verily I walk a trail of tears like the Cherokee
We might die tomorrow tonight lets have a feast
At least we’ll see some peace before the devil brings his sleep
Don’t weep, your too old to think that life is not cheap
When them creeps beep deep when you walking down the street
No in this urban coffin we heard the knocking of the angels
Cams flashed from angles as name brand halos dangles
My star spangled hero reaching for the killer on his ankle
They fed me shitty food and asked me why I’m thankful
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when I'm dry;
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll live till I die.
They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own,
Anyone that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Baby your crazy if you tryna spend ya life with me
Dirty in these dickies got the depression from my city
Where they never pitty gritty kids seeking for a titty
A ditty of being tipsy while that shifty shit make you dizzy
We made paper products they used to burn the fabric
Projects smell like cat shit, crack causing theatrics
It’s a classic case of finding something funny in the tragic
The magic in the mattress like a convertible casket
Yea love me now cause I won’t live to see the future
A loser caught up with these streetlight abusers
It’ll seduce ya but you might pass the tumor to ya junior
And them shooters wait for luner last second shot like hoosiers
All these larry hoovers caught in that trap for the cash
When if it come fast it’ll take you off the map
Lapping at the last gasp gas masks when the door crack
The strap snap at ya cap son there aint no coming back
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They want beef please tell me where the love at/ phony thug cats grilling with they mug mad/ fuck that please do something with ya tough ass/ you rug rats get ya guts slashed tryna bust back/ catch me in the cut damn right it's a scary site/ situation hairy type that bass talk like Barry white/ y'all very light we walk the streets on merry nights/ bury light to bring the dead along on a Dirty Harry flight/ oh yea I'm back to track down every hater with a keyboard/ the fleet soar on the daily to deplete yours/ mean war kick ass why you think I got feet for/ we need more that heat court with each score/ all them rings and thing you scream about we earned that/ that firm crack the reason ya whole team turned back/ shoulda learned that I am the one to leave the earth smashed/ the hole blow have ya chest like a big ass bird bath
I handle razor threats like Sean Waltman/ from where the walls thin and they heat profit out a cauldron/ thwe block scalding kids brawling like no problem/ world revolving around masked maulers hear it calling/my etiquette on veteran why you doubt the status/ rock classics why'll old heads dealing with theatrics/ brought wack cats the casket in a windbreaker jacket/ savage I mean the fact is I turned the scene to static/ gave respect to snakes face face out in Eden/ now seeking a reason not to cease the chest beating/ vegans cheating on death till they meeting with the deacon/ the reason sheep dreaming of wolves can keep sleeping/ well wake up the dragon slayers standing in your room/ high noon the crew leading you to your doom/ assume the sonic boom same chemicals as shrooms/ seem like a cartoon anvil when I crush you bafoons
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Dylan Thomas
02:50
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It’s the return of the titan so inviting
Writing like Tyson tossing rights so striking
Enlightened minds try to see my design M.Bison
Flying with lightening Raiden ripened if you chime in
It’s all about my blood spilling the twilight of a villain
Chillin my appeal should kill the ice grillin
Reel em in with tha feeling clearing out the building
I can see death in a bottle like I’m Dylan
Thomas if I’m honest life wasn’t a gift
I only treasure the kids the rest can fall to shit
when bricks hit the strip you still looking sick
I’ll be grinning stiff just stick me where you zip
Bags of that bad shit gotta new habit
Still acting ratchet treat my friends like a savage
Problems in my cabbage the voice went to static
Oh you’re here to help well fuck you from a casket
I stand in the same spot I fell
Hell is just the new place I dwell
Swell come and peep me in the cell
We’ll be taking shots till the fat lady yells
The planet overcame the moon doomed to the crash
Too soon but the past meets the future on the mast
At last I could trap myself somewhere near the ave
They was packing the mack, I just really need a nap
Sleep for death is reaching hands to your cheek
You are not unique in the weakness of your peak
Its creeping out your dreams feel that glass under your feet
Deep breath and see the seas overcome the beach
It’s me the one you never thought you’d love
In the days where I found a safe haze in them drugs
Cut the rust my blood touching don’t you wanna trust
My rugged mug fucked up I just need a hug
I need a line to define where you start and I stop
kidding I need coke just to cope with the plot
with it if your dope sick itch in your throat
living in the space you saved for some hope
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You keep taking a little more than I can give/ searching for a fix certain shit could switch/ the pixels degrade as we slip in the hazy flick/ pick where you wanna stop and ill start to dig/ put a shovel to the gravel battle with my tolerance/ a moderate discomfort like please quit hollering/ collared to a dollar it's eating all my confidence/ sprawled on your ottoman stalled off kolonapin/ take a sniff of the only gift I found on the way/ foggy days where the godly waste ate into your face/ things will stay the same were not brave enough to change/ chained by the brain shirts matching bloodstains/ I watched you tap at the thing keeping you alive/ would have given my life if the light could survive/but my pretty little bride is not alright/ and we both can see the night creeping sickly in your eyes/
Don't save me I can't help it
Cause this love of ours feels so selfish
Oh but your helpless I can't help
This love of ours feels so selfish
I need more than I figure you kept in reserve/ a blurb if our demise kept us out the burbs/ a curt greeting from police you push poison down your purse/ I recite like verse that were only here to burn/ gasoline in the fabric that kept us out the elements/ an elephant standing elegant as we're peddling/ meddling with the sediment dirt remains relevant/ intelligence couldn't save us from the future so menacing/ but the past was a lash to our back keep moving/ we losing the only thing that spared us the illusions/ use what you can there's no room for improvement/ proving love was never a solution/ scale the walls maiden lay in what we did/ build a bridge over troubled water then turn it to a ditch/ stitch the list of reasons we believe that we exist/ into a short skit with a shit plot to entertain the kids
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I’m so wavy the lazy king of all this
Aww shit I don’t even know what to call it
I’m appalled with everybody reaching for my wallet
Ben Wallace blocking shots out the moshpit
It’s toxic my arm covered by that profit
I lost it shit got me feeling brolic
Stalin stuck with the needs of an alcoholic
Catch me fighting tears on the side of a Sonic
back to that tough shit you can kick the bucket
Fuck it, you don’t need all the blood that you come with
Ain’t that some shit, fuck assumptions
the city of consumption keep the weed by the funions
I’m buzzin now that my ribs ain’t touching
If you need a hand bitch you can’t have nothing
It’s all mine I grind glass into sand
Off the pine to wine and dine I’m the man
I am the risen son digging out his own grave
Dirt crusted face on a chase for the pearly gates
Raised in that postwar haze eyes glazed
In my fall from grace I embraced the malaise
I never fit in with the fiction they desire
Piles of liars you can’t stand out in the choir
Aspire to live the Wire that’s Avon desire
Akon till you a con then press them palms tighter
that math proper till you math hoffaed then shits cool
I’m rick rude you average dudes they ain’t pick you
Can I live too, what I lived through woulda flipped you
\the talk about your sick crew could get your lip bruised
Can’t you see that emotion grow they hate to be afraid
I’m patient for the grave just late paying for mistakes
What it takes to lay waste to days chasing after cake
Embrace where it breaks shade can hardly save your face
Ahhh, fuck the world with a bowie knife
If you think oh, he nice first see it into my lonely eyes
My homies died chasing after that commercial phony life
Kobe hype canned nicotine get your rollies tight
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Traveled the land with your lipstick on my collar/ a dollar and a dream for the reason that I bother/ slaughtered as I watched the crib torn for its copper/ sat near the canal nearly dove in the water/ if you leave me Ill still be glad I took the trip/ a cig dangled from my lips ashes hit the kicks/ slipped to the ground then flipped in the wind shift/ my skin rips the blood drips traction for the fix/ a passion watch it happen to the one you used to love/ dug deep past the drug addled way you used to blush/ hugged despite the mean mug for mud in the rug/ cuts to the guts shrugged off with a shoulder dust/ if you having girl problems welcome to the club/ miles on my dirty chucks she don't wanna trust/ the bluster of a young boy I don't give a fuck/ the rust cut the baggage from underneath the bus/ Meet me at the corner of main and who gives a fuck/ paycheck cashed at a bar time to live it up/ sitting tough wonder if I give enough/ skeletons on the backyard I'm guessing I could dig em up/ howdy shorty paid your dowry like a boss/ antiquated savior still posted on the cross/ take a loss when the frost killed moss/ leapt from the jaws as the roar gave us pause/ keep telling me them sweet things promise that you'll never leave/ but you better breath cats grill heavy for that petty meat/ heavy d on amphetamines chubby wylin on a beats/ cheap kiss of death got saliva on my cheek/ dance till we drop in the pale moonlight/ tonight I see us vacating these true lies/ past the whose right to let's do right/ when that suicidal night makes a man choose life/ The lake ate the taste of her tears on my lip/ I wait for the days just to waste an eclipse/ make it exist live steady or break in the slip/ be patient for this all you can do is be patient for this/ maybe if I love you you'll return the favor/ lipstick smothering paper let the rage overtake her/ on that caper for a knight like caped crusader/ watching the night fade baby I've never been a savior/ that's just being honest which seeks to be my only mode/sleep in your home just to leave you alone/ deep in the zone cheapen the heat from your bones/ a freak scream I keep strictly on the need to know/ Return of the lackluster king of the confession/ came out the distress unimpressed seen it as a lesson/ depressed less now I'm just dealing with my reflection/ correction now I'm just showing them my intestines/ the infection in my head now seems like a blessing/ the connection to my chest broke clean during the flexing/ child of a c-section came out a fully formed weapon/ that woman's scars hardened like my heard for my brethren/ I'm better than any veteran you disagree prove it/ stupid I bare my soul you just stumble into music/ bipolar mood flip you tried to start a movement/ but ain't nobody moving just you and your confusion
/ but that ain't my business that backpacker gimmick/ I move with exquisite taste of a DMT vision/ the cool kids resistant to see a rebel on a mission/ rap cats do the same shit an call it different
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