I'm by with 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 my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking I want to dig my way to 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 you're suffering when you simply don't care if its an degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see, the b****'s is frizzin' 'Cause you got the windows up blaring the in your Chevrolet Prism
The devil ain't on the level as him Just someone who rebels in masochism And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping So bad they should put his a** in I bully I verbally abuse verbs 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 hole in the ground, still can't tell em Came straight out the trailer park I'm proud To shop at and it became art And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I play! You think you saw basket first? Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay s*** you could think I would say Mind's a pile of clay When's the time you saw a villain with a cape? With a hole in it out, whip down
Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State Straight fell straight down to the splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell got an by the gates So Satan stuck his face in an But I sacheted around with a match 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 getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
It's a miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown up and a smiley face, I'm insane Every rhyme I say, you like an ultra violet ray I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat $11.99 so come on and a plate I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see hell I can raise the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition In the meantime it's always time
I'm getting by with my 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 want to dig my way to I to dig my way to hell
been a career a**hole I don't see why these people got my back I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was a mistake But I was put not by accident I had a and that purpose was to beat 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 Ndamukong the can build Your can ask me for my autograph That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book But I sure fall for that You done a bat to a rocket launcher fight I get on the mic I'm a snap Make you wish the that took me to the hospital When I overdosed would have a flat
If it you sick to your stomach pass it Indigestion my Kaopectate If it like I'm running away with the game Its 'cause I am don't spectate All I got is dick for and insults for decades But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick your neck aches Cry till you get puffy 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 hole, sorry another catchphrase But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace 'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your goods Other words don't try to put the 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 keep on down No you can't stand me, I need my cane Someone help me I think my is melting If you felt migrains, see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-empty hole in my head If you my mind you can see my pain And you could see why I'd be way Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes Or shut the hoes that peep my game
'Cause I'm about, like a f***in' on a cycle If I Iko I'm out of like no Other mike-o, stab you to the Nothing but a inside your skull where you eye close 'Cause I'm gonna 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 whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like 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 by with 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 by with 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
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 eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself show But f*** it, from the tucket Life's too to not stroke your bone So everybody, Circle jerk, touch my
Who is Where are you going? Mm come back Why does everyone always me? Hello? you then Blow it out a**