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