I'm by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I to dig my way to hell I to dig my way to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked I'm up and I'm taking names I to dig my way to hell I to dig my way to hell
Guess I got a way with I could get away with murder Ever of Aspergers? It's a rare condition It's what suffering from when you simply don't care if its an Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see, the hair is frizzin' 'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Prism
The devil on the level same as him someone who rebels in straight masochism And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping So bad they should put his a** in I word bully I abuse verbs like he did something to me personally Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I rap
Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud To at K-mart and it became art And I'm still fed up and as off as they are To this day I still get in with the same broad At the same Walmart over the same cart In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play! You you saw this basket first? Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay Illest s*** you think I would say Mind's like a pile of When's the time you saw a villain with a cape? With a gaping in it out, whip down
Tied him around my neck down the fire escape of the Empire State Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire And straight to got an impaled by the gates So Satan his face in an ashtray But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face And this got nothing to do with a scalar Being gay little but by the way Plus getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
It's a f***ing to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a I'm throwin' down the to see what hell I can raise the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition In the meantime it's mean time
I'm by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm names I want to dig my way to I to dig my way to hell
I'm getting by my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm names I to dig my way to hell I to dig my way to hell
I've a career a**hole I see why these people always got my back I done so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake But I was put not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a purplish Slaughter tracks, I put my two dimes and a nickel in this s*** And I'm coming to get quarter back Ndamukong the drama can build Your can ask me for my autograph That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest in the book But I sure would fall for You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher When I get on the mic I'm a Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital When I overdosed have caught a flat
If it makes you to your stomach pass it Indigestion my suggestions's If it feels like I'm running with the game Its 'cause I am don't spectate All I got is dick for days and for decades But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick your neck aches Cry till you get puffy eyes red But I'm leaving on this jet You ain't fly, you're an I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace 'Cause you just big enough to fit your damaged goods words don't try to put the heart in a headcase
'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling No you can't stand me, I need my cane Someone help me I my face is melting If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty If you read my you can see my pain And you see why I'd be this way Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game
'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo Psycho on a If I Iko I'm out of control no mike-o, stab you to the nightpost Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and it, like a motorbike I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm nitro And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm libel to dig my deeper It's off to H-E double sticks I go
I'm getting by my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I to dig my way to hell I want to dig my way to
I'm getting by with my ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I to dig my way to hell I want to dig my way to
Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be you, God S***. It's a I'm gonna rock this and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out And gay the A.M And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself But f*** it, suck the tucket Life's too short to not stroke bone So everybody, jerk, touch my body
Who is Where are you going? Mm come back Why does everyone leave me? F*** you then Blow it out a**