What ya'll mothafuckas don't recognize is that I am terrified marginalized, 'til right on the line and just waiting to get pushed So I can push back Harder than ya'll ever thought to attack I'm ruthless, with no tact Just a wild cat With enough fat For the blowback So know that When you come at Me I'm on edge With a honed edge That is bone dense And I'm no friend To a punk-ass with nothin' but sass Who scoffs at the crass Some upper-class wannabes, Haughty bigots with no zazz I'm classically trained in fuckin' ya brains A lord of the strange, deranged, and the fuckin' insane I'm changin' the game, so put some damn respek on my name Or get flamed when I'm fed up with the train of cliches Condescened to me if you would like to swallow your teeth I'll keep this brief: go fuck yourself -let it breathe- Try to big league me, and I'll go straight to the big league By which I mean a baseball bat to each of your knees That's how it goes when the freaks get mean Drop the pig's blood, and it's death by CDs You're a disease--and I got the antidote It's a goat-headed man with a knife at your throat That's freak power --- Every single person who has told you that you couldn't Lives in fear that you'll achieve the things in life they think you shouldn't Hearing that was like a bullet to the temporal lobe Tellin' me I'm not alone, speedin' down that lonely road Out to where I thought I belonged Now I proved that I did And I'm shittin' on the people that I knew as a kid Anyone who said I couldn't, bitch I already did And I'll do it all again just so I can rub it in Your narrow scope on reality gettin' spread so thin The banality of your frivality been sinkin in Where I been? Oh just over here, countin' my tens Watching you over there wonderin' where the time went I bided mine till I blew up The only way you screwed up, was tryin' not to screw up I took the risk and knew what Would come if I stayed true ta Myself and what I wanted The life I held so vaunted It's healthy to be haunted

WE ALL READY FOR WAR! ARE YA'LL READY FOR WAR? Cop gets shot if he pointin' the stick at my flock Give no fuck 'cause I know that the system corrupt Burn this block, Molotovin' I'm bombin' your cunts Suck my cock--choke 'em all to the cough! GO! No path there but the one to the mental insane Burn that brain that they gave you to stay in your lane Kick that pain--work that game--find that strange--hits all day Some to say--Hate Government Shit, hide your wife and hide the jit 'bout to Gonzo up the bitch Talk that shit to American Psycho, you'll loose 40 pounds from the chainsaw lypo Fuck it--uh--didn't wanna have to tuck it What a right for? Freak Power, bitch, suck it, got Hun-der-eds playin' Hunter S. while unsponsored, yes, ya burn if ya test So come fuck with me, I got kids to feed And I'll take your whole god damn community What can you do to me when I'm true to me? You don't got nothing that could test my immunities Ya consumin' me And I work from the inside Spreading through your blind mind, opening your third eyes WE ALL READY FOR WAR! ARE YA'LL READY FOR WAR? Cop gets shot if he pointin' the stick at my flock Give no fuck 'cause I know that the system corrupt Burn this block, Molotovin' I'm bombin' your cunts Suck my cock--choke 'em all to the cough! GO! NOBODY CAN TELL ME NOTHING UP ABOVE YOU ALL I'M STUNTING RAINING HELL ON USA I'LL BURN THIS BITCH INTO ITS GRAVE nobody can prove to me that they really give a shit when they won't commit to no governance you stay half-eye-o-pened, fucks give none 'spect me to be light, but I ain't yo sun you ain't got none--fuck didja see'nat bitch? nothin' but what you used to, kid 'fraid of world think it's all so big haven't tried yet to see its ends never will never will never will i know that you never will try to be more than yourself try to see the cards you're dealt as only the cards you're dealt ask for another hit me hit me 'cause you fraid to break 21 life over when you hit 21 put up your dooks up towards the sun surrender 'cause they already won you ain't nothin, you ain't nothin terrified to think of somethin Cop gets shot if he pointin' the stick at my flock Give no fuck 'cause I know that the system corrupt Burn this block, Molotovin' I'm bombin' your cunts Suck my cock--choke 'em all to the cough! GO! NOBODY CAN TELL ME NOTHING UP ABOVE YOU ALL I'M STUNTING RAINING HELL ON USA I'LL BURN THIS BITCH INTO ITS GRAVE

Met an older man Role model coulda been For my motha had he been Even known he had a kid No he never ever did Almost died alone the end Till' she tracked him down again Might see a great-grandkid Not a racist like 'er momma Nor a faker like 'er momma Never woulda kept a secret Fifty years like her momma How much drama coulda been avoided If her pride coulda been voided Fucked up world that made her mental ...keepin' me noided Every single day hope a normie don't kill me Or the goverment ain't find another way to milk me Fuck a hippie trill piece, fitt'na get 'rent Cell bars straight bent 'cause I don't relent Get the story straight please Don't disrespect me like you done to Curry Shout him, the game, pimps, youtube instrumentals Later pay the rentals, for now heavensent tho Jin say say goodbye to jinsei Can't Kazuma from Kazama kisama, leaving you no Aqua Chakras blitzed like Toth no soft boys Charmin Street Fighter Ultra Told ya, Namco beef run deep like Gutted to the hilt by Misturugi Worst Nightmare, snared by Ivy climbing To the precipice where I look down, smiling, "no." Go ahead, do it, I been waiting to blow Watched by the watchman that's one fan more Send the NSA to my patreon page Ya'll got enough plays, now the time has come to pay Ain't safe no 'mo Not when your shit stay way too dope Back to the smoke, get back afloat Ain't sinkin' this ship like that lil' boat, bitch Gotta gotta feel me when I'm real, b Keep frontin' like it ain't ill, I'mma loose chill, p Used to trillbys and they thinkpiece Now it's kids and hydra hitpiece Sit please, I'm speaking, you fucky You'll get stuffed and duffed like Ducky Fuck me, and think that's a joke? When I run deep, you'll be "nope nope nope!" I fuck, I kill, I conquer Making rappers wonder why they even bothered Youtubers Kazuyas, all hate they father 'cause they watched the way I soiled their waifus and daughters I'm heartless, Denzel, Twisted, in an underwater tank, that's Ugly Mane Take the horror to the mothafuckin' bank Let's fuckin' gank the game and run a train on they mains

What can I tell you bout the future? Gonna have my boot up in your face when you abuse her Gonna have me wishin I was dead if I wake up and feel the dread Of realizing I threw it away a user Tell me what you fear I can tell you what to avoid What you hold dear That shit will keep you paranoid And yes it's worth it ...maybe Life just goin' crazy Just maybe Control is overrated, but you gotta learn to fake it for the future By what indication do you sense the predication Of human annihilation? I think you need education I think we all as a nation gotta take a step back Take a deep breath-- reassess what we got left And do our best not to waste breath On incessent stress and defensive steps Get a grip-- get a stiff upper lip and start talkin' Figure out where we all walkin' Ain't no seperate paths when we're all caulked into the mass DEAR FUTURE, I DON'T WANNA LOSE YA TELL ME WHAT I GOTTA DO TO MAKE SURE ALL THE HUES ARE STILL BEAUTIFUL BY THE TIME I GET THERE STILL THE ME THAT I WANNA BE EVEN WHEN I'M GRAY-HAIRED No I do not like the pain But I'mma stay in the game That's just the way I was raised Any less, I'd be ashamed What got me really afraid? Knowing you think of my name Only as someone who walked-- Took off, dried up, and went lame I couldn't face you the same I'd never look up again I'd be afraid of myself I would go fuckin' insane But if I stay in my lane Still ever gonna be strange Whatever headin' my way I'mma take it to the face Steady be changin' my shape-- But my core intact And you can't teach that You may doubt this truth But my life is fact My mistakes of youth They won't hold me back The propel me to Try to not be whack They compell me to Go and chase these stacks And I base this rap On what I see as Self-affirming thoughts in the face Of a blackened void That I'm quite annoyed Never will see fit to talk back DEAR FUTURE, I DON'T WANNA LOSE YA TELL ME WHAT I GOTTA DO TO MAKE SURE ALL THE HUES ARE STILL BEAUTIFUL BY THE TIME I GET THERE STILL THE ME THAT I WANNA BE EVEN WHEN I'M GRAY-HAIRED

Fucking away all the pain the world has brought me to this day Don't fucking tell me what to say, this exists to infect your brain You never liked me anyways, you never embraced everything Now tell me what I owe you back? Oh yeah, that's right it's fucking nothing! Don't say "go do anything" when you don' know how do 'nothing 'Cause I think twice as fast as you and hit brick walls at rocket speed I get back up on hands and knees, then feet, I've been beat down so much The mud's been much more comfortable At least we ALL hate each-other in the muck At least we can reach for a fiber to clutch When the wires were cut by the moves so abrupt Now don't get it twisted, I know who I love But I can't name one who ain't do no'n fucked That includes me too, might be worse than you But two wrongs don't make a right And I'm loving life, so don't got much bite But make no mistake, she gon' let me fight! Fucking away all the pain the world has brought me to this day You say I seem little strange, but I have only now felt sane Inside the first place it has ever made sense to consider "home" I finally found happiness, so best leave me the fuck alone! Fucking away all the pain the world has brought me to this day Don't fucking tell me what to say, this exists to infect your brain You never liked me anyways, you never embraced everything Now tell me what I owe you back? Oh yeah, that's right it's fucking nothing! Godannar flows when our shows co-write 'Cause no one showed even of her own When her love was stole right before their sight None of ya'll alright--but revenge I don't serve shit cold You gon' pay them dues, we gon' bathe in gold I'mma take them souls like JAM Pack that gear in my S U Van Hunt the guilty, hell sings my band Got no time in my day for Charlie It's always sunny when you stay a zombie My Shinji army out on the wave is gon' resonate with them 808s And we'll storm the gates of new culture funding Can't trust the corps, cops, the lenders, nothing So we gon' build a world by ourselves And you're not invited, burn in your hell

Done wit'chu spectators, I don't need no haters no mo' I'm done with the promo, I'll put shit in slo mo' So I can breathe deeper and create a flow so Immaculate no one could fuck with it Homogenized, all your artists are lies And like flies to the shit fallin' out yo' behind You don't gotta spend time wondrin' who among is a real one None of this fuckin' shit is real, son! I'm only legit because I'm such a prick Full of active contempt for consumers And the whole culture surrounding the viewer And our whole world's fuckin' sick sense of humor No you can't vote on me, ballot box closed homie Get my name out'cha throat 'fore you choke homie I ain't fresh off the boat, I'm a home grown issue And you misused my prose, so we 'bout have to issues Next who says "I miss you" is about to get checked I haven't gone nowhere and I'm doin' my best So get offa my dick, I ain't here to attest To my own proof, dude, I got shit on my chest And I gotta get it off or it'll bore a hole Through the back of my soul, and I'm gettin' too old for it Motherfucker look at all I got to show for it I don't have to put on such a fuckin' show for it Unwanted advice, I'm tearing out my eyes I'm not here for you guys, I'm just doing my thing If you like it then please, show support for the king If you don't like it, sick, then you don't have to see You should know that I'm mean, and I'm not what you want I ain't here to help you, and I ain't here to flaunt I'm just running the program I understand, haunted By knowing too much and yet not what I wanted Human connections--what a mistake Most of what I've made only brought more pain Shoulda stayed away, yeah shoulda known better Only true homies get to share what I've gained Naming the ones I still like on one hand Not stopping anyone leaving the band Only one finger for whom do I care Evened the bad out but I am still scared Human connections--what a mistake Most of what I've made only brought more pain Shoulda stayed away, yeah shoulda known better Only true homies get a piece of this cheddar Me and her cuddled up under a sweater Letting our home be consumed by the weather Drowning out all the sound from our abode All that I want is we are left alone

You not gonna kill my left brain bitch Got much more to feel I'm not sane, switch I'm not here to make sense for some normies That's for the cash flow, this for the glory Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Down with the diglettes deep in the muck 'Gon build us a world out of tight-held fucks, we Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Newtype City that's Carnavas I'll Bring what I want, no system cucks just Pretty little lesbos, loli in the brain no Hangups in the pleasure room we party with the strange It's all the fear and loathing you could ever bathe in Satan on the telephone said I'm her favorite Black out drunk in a bathroom stall with a Dick in her mouth comin' thru the wall just Drownin' guzzlin' all that trauma Give her love you can disarm her Not gonna come thru zans or shrooms Meditate puts it all on you Way too fucked for a human zoo Get me out I'm uncomfortable Chauvanists thinkin' actin' cute Makes 'em more woman nigga fuck you too I grew this beard to pick up the ladies Pussy tribbin' out all my crazy now Watch me work, watch me work Cunt boys ain't even tryin'a twerk, bitch Watch me work, watch me work Fuccbois ain't seen a pussy squirt Watch me work, watch me work Cunt boys ain't even tryin'a twerk, bitch Watch me work, watch me work Fuccbois ain't seen a pussy squirt I'm Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Plunge in the clunge I'll binge on a minge I'll slob on a cunt tongue-punch on the fringe I'm Tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Not what you thought could not comprehend this Shit if I fisted your brain with a ten Nine eight seven tripple-six five forked tongue Comin' for the crew and get beamed with the Takyon I'mma wear the strap-on, fillin' out your whole front You be cryin' no more, please just let me pass on Buttered-up buns when you strutted up, huns Got nutted-up, hung like, damn I want some, I offered, not 'gon lie you mine so Won't be nice 'till you've done that time I'm Sellin'--ass--selling ass for heroin Wanna be the heroine but nothin' worth the harrowing Barreling past doin' ninety-five down ninety-five Just let me die I tried to cry but tears were dry from Twenty years of twisted mind I Finally found a way to show it Freed the beast now I'm feedin', growin' Hos are mad that I ain't sadder Said I had a shorter ladder Yeah but mine ain't had no bars Until I built them out of scars Climbing down wrists just too show off So others could see what's going on Inside the mental, face display is Busted, so I've got to play at Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Deep to the back of the back inside The place where the dankest darkest hide I'm Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling tunneling Half made it halfway 'for they died But I'm gonna dig 'till the treasure's mine I'm Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling Tunneling tunneling tunneling

Be yourself, just as long you is just like me Follow the rules, but don't give into society We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me 'Cause I know what's right, objectively It's fine if you like me, but I don't identify as likeable, attractive, or good, by my own standard I don't pander to those who would slander my style or collect from my piles of grandeur I get all the respect that I need from myself So feel free to leave my disk on the shelf I got no desires to stoke your fires I'm not K.Dot nor am I Desiigner I'm right on the fringe of acceptable and cringe I make money on the fact that I anime binge I'm unhinged, no one likes to admit when I'm right cause I don't represent any side in their fight and I'm white, but I rap like a motherfucka while still livin' in the burbs with my parents and my brothas playin' covers of songs that nobody respects 'cause there's not a single person whom I need to impress money's all that I stress, and I ain't been depressed in a while but my violence gets hard to suppress when fuccbois mistake my patience for a test and get flexed on harder than they ever expect now look, this attitude is made of influence and it would take a lot more than a minute to get into it and I don't mind comparisons even if they're embarrassing but I ain't sharing evertyhing so don't think that know all about me see we as human beings have the thing called empathy that let's us perceive what others see without being where they been so when I hear another man singin' stories of his sin it don't mean that I know him, but I get the things he's sayin' and that's why I grew up cultural appropriation on every TV network and radio station and all that culture is mine now define me how you like but don't expect me to kowtow Be yourself, just as long you is just like me Follow the rules, but don't give into society We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me 'Cause I know what's right, objectively can't be on a mic, say you don't bite flow what you know ain't a packaged with your soul that baggage come and go, from the pink tube to the black hole rap gold ain't a nigga birthright, it's the iron throne what you condone is of no consequence your sense of righteousness essentially irrelevent I sent the message I intended, defended my mind that you thought you upended, my friend it's essential, to be only me, that's myself concerned with my wealth and with my mental health so what did they call me in school? let me help it might start with an n, right, wait, holy hell I nearly forgot that I'm white so lemme not say nigga when I sing along to a rap song cause that would be racist - segragate the langauge forget my indentity, let's all save faces fuck that - buck that trend like the bull that it is save the white guilt for the kids in the burbs never heard of a word like "trap" or been schooled in the bap 'cause they think it's for blacks we stand on the cultural backs of our parents a swirling milkshake of our heritage that I drink down, for the powers of those before imbued with the fire by which future I forge

back back back put you on that back back back It ain't even zero degrees outside No place to run, no place you can hide Thumpin' on that pussy then I'm thumpin' on that hide This the shit I'm bumpin' while I'm dumpin' off inside Visceral, I'm inadmissable Under everybody's skin like a botfly All my eggs spread poison in your mind Soon the vision's in your grind And you can't even touch your own dick without seeing mine I'm an evil weavile kanievel Stealin' all the sounds up out'cha pockets like a Sneasel Takin' all your rock and your rap and roll To contact the conjunction within my soul Now I'm on patrol every time that the booty move Catchin' all my drool as I follow 'round the room You pull up a stool, get your mouth around my bone I can't keep my cool, so you might be gettin' thrown back back back put you on that back back back Tasty baby tasty put my face into a pastry make me Yubisaki Milktea, drinking creamy to the base you gotta Baste me 'fore you taste me, baby, little undercooked But the nook like al dente, so catch on my hooks Are we crooks? Always askin' like a moral is real If you have to use your voice for any more than a squeal, then Come talk that nothing to me C'mon, talk that nothing to me I don't wanna hear about the sun or other planets Knowing anything at all will send me spiralling in panic And it's obvious you're not about to ask me for the meaning Flask is empty and you're beaming, so I know what you be scheming And I gotta pause--only to break out the sauce Gram of kush inside the bong, got'chu landing on your paws Beggin' for it in your jaw, can't wait for the metaphors Eager for the words that make the world look like a centerfold, so we goin back back back put you on that back back back Come on and talk that nothing to me C'mon, talk that nothing to me You got nothing I don't wanna see You got nothing I don't wanna see So come talk that nothing to me You lookin' smooth like an LCD So come talk that nothing to me You got nothing I don't wanna see You said fuck it, I won't ask the fee So just talk that nothing to me You want nothing but to feel so free So just talk that nothing to me Come on, talk that nothing to me You got nothing I don't wanna see You lookin' smooth like the PVC So come talk that nothing to me back back back put you on that back back back

Fake niggas all lookin at me like I don’t know what I’m doin When I been pullin’ salary for creativity since 2013 and I mean When you see me what do you think? That guy’s just crazy, he doesn’t count! He’s an outlier! Anomaly! Surely got lucky somehow! Now I’ll be the first to admit I’ve had some privileges But I’m seein’ all these kids Actin’ like I ain’t done shit, when I built this all in a cave with a box of scraps I’m a self-taught rap artist, writer, youtube content generator And haters can say what they want, but creatives If you ain’t takin’ pages from me, then get out I’m sick of all these cop outs, talkin bout “When I’m out of school I’ll do shit,” bullshit Like your heroes ain’t drop out “But I wanna have a future!” Bitch if you good, you got one, if you not one Of these talk big, ain’t do shit dweebs In load screens fourteen hours a week But too meek to put words on a screen Call me back when you get those 10,000 hours sleepin’ in a casket Cause you ain’t grab shit, and your time is passin’ While these young niggas racin right past ya Chance’ nineteen when he made 10 Day Wiki ‘93’s called that for a reason “But I’ll start next season” Bitch if you ain’t start now then you’ll never be beastin’ I’m feastin’ on ya’ll corpses Ya’ll flaccid raps is horse shit No matter how you force it Don’t come to me to endorse it I’m all about sharin’ that meat with my hungry niggas who need to eat it But if ya’ll ain’t pullin’ that weight, then your greedy ass will be used for feedin’ There’s a reason when you see me I’m surrounded by talent ‘Cause I got a mallet to whack-a-mole those who ain’t up to the challenge If you want validation, then your creation had better impress Cause I got no patience to test, and I only roll with the best TIME TO GET ACTION! PUT YOUR FUCKIN’ LIFE ON THE LINE ‘CAUSE IF YOU DON’T THE STARVING ARTISTS GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE BETTER GET ACTION! IF YOUR WASTING YOUR FUCKIN TIME THEN YOU CAN BET YOUR FUCKIN ASS THAT I AIN’T GIVIN’ YOU MINE YOU MUST GET ACTION! [Endless Jess] What the hell is writers block? I never had it sounds like an excuse for you hacks who can’t hack it I stay creative 365, 24/7 every single second I’m alive never once took a break or vacation so don’t you dare look to me for inspiration, fool you let your battery sit, and i aint jumping it imagination is a muscle bitch i been pumping it most swole brain in the whole game getting migraine pains from my insane lobe gains more machine than man, so diligent turning every dream into a plan and then fulfilling it excuses excuses you dudes is so useless get off your cabooses or do this or i’ll make you rue this day, using this ginsu blade tongue that i move this way quicker than you can say ….. hmm gave you a bit but you didn’t do shit you just let it go and you quit like a bitch I’m getting rich, you just want someone to circle jerk with and i aint got time to pull out our dicks and cum on the tits of your comatose hopes your prime don’t exist, your art is a myth, you pine and you whine but you don’t do shit. i got a bone to pick i got an axe to grind i put my mind to grindstone, put in the time because talent is a tool, ambition is fuel for potential without it, stay in school, special ed. short bus, helmet on your head confused by the truth that confucious said talk don’t cook rice. and i ain’t gonna play nice with your mice and man plans, until you put in the work and get some dirt on your hands. i wrote this ill report with a torch in my mouth in a dark house eat your hearts out all you wannabes with no vision and no ambition ears burning as you listen to the lessons I’m giving all you weekend weirdos and fair-weather freaks part time artists, heartless and weak and everyone all of you dumb bums who run back to normalcy when you see how much work goes into fun im an art house maniac, i sit in the dark and write raps when the power’s out of wack and i pack so many bright ideas in to my thought balloons, my metaphorical spark lights the room. when i express myself, i impress you whelps, and i don’t need help so why the fuck should you. you must get action.