Long, long, long look Long, long, look away I owe you anything I owe you anything Long, long, long away Long, long, look away I don't owe you I owe you anything
1] Yo Locked in a hospital, a nurse with big tits and slit wrists Tried to administer me but I resist I'm dangerous as crocodiles out of You don't my DNA strands to recognize my killer traits I lost my mind, I'm by the words that I've invented To the point, they're feeding me glasses of Nyquil with my I associate the infliction of with pleasure Frequently insult my neighbors wearing blood stained that never visit insist that I owe them shit I'm repeatedly Rohypnol and praying I don't exist Damn near throw a party off exhilaration That I get from squeezing the life out of a human shaking I'm a happening waiting to accident, sacriment Festering blasphemist, transient acrobat camelbacks under circus tents, nervous off Percocets Possessed laughs till I'm at Bernie funeral services
2] You've got mental problems, I'm It's that mine is greater At least you have to live in the time I put ink to paper Over 10, 000 of labor, limitless An undeniable perfectionist that the souls of lyricists Hand me a scalpel I'll scribble scribes on face I make people run, why they call it the human race XL campaign, owe you a damn thang Tear a turtles head off, drink blood out of like canteens I scream, I got the metal machines ready Forever holding my piece like I'm not objecting at a Was manufactured in Heaven to be a tourist Placed specifically on Earth, quantuum over other artists Dirty my name, the seeds of discontent planted That's for murder, I'm stoned, you took me for granted it, you think I owe you something, get it in blood Rick last words, "Chino's verse is a hell of a drug"
3] (Get me out of here) I just needed time to get my mind right Then it's back to these bitches "Go Daddy" like the website Run away don't me You won't be able to walk through your house without tripping over some dead I'm getting stressed by the Don't even write my name down it has "Paid To The Order" in front of it Budgeted, to feed your family is real Gas prices bigger than the numbers on Adele's bathroom scale My skills internal and running I could eat a Rubix and shit it out completely solved I vowed my foundation is built with brick and Destroying peers like a tearing through a harbor Consistantly ill, but still industry me Officially, something is fisher than mermaid I you with a perfect hate and nothing less Last words: The best ever the best yet