Shit man…I just feel like blacking the fuck out right now. Like I’m gunna say some real shit, and then I’m just gunna spaz and spit some ridiculous shit in between. Just listen closely dawg
Why does everything that makes me happy smell so potent
Weed, alcohol, condoms…propane
"Scott you sniff propane?" Mannn no way, just snort cocaine
Off this nose tray while in the midst of foreplay
With four maids I found in the forest mating
Forced face in to their four faces, fornicating
Torn off the face of this planet, land my hand on this acid
Pop it as the world begins to spin off its axis
My ax is sharp as my word on wax is, that’s sick
I wax this beat with these battle raps spit, that’s sick
A battle ax can split your atoms in half and
Leave you standing in two places, defying quantum mechanics
I have trouble with semantics, uhh….hmm
No word can hold me as I write these cages
I mean no cage control me as I cite these words
This like my entire life in verse, rewind it first
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
I was born with an in your face interface, in your way
I hit you in your face and leave a ghost in your place
I place ghosts in your way meaning I’ll kill your crew
I’m cynical off popping just a pill or two, I got a mill or two
To mill through when I run out of Miller brew
I got a bad girl and no bitch can fill her shoes
Shoes fill her booth, while I shoo her from the booth
Only ruthless dudes with mad soul (sole) in this booth
I roll with troops, my troops roll with twenty twos
Two hundred and twenty dudes roll and cruise
Through every, celebrity, Beverly, roof
In this heavenly, hell is me, felony, recluse
I refuse to let these pop sell outs get to me
I’ll sell out every seat while steadily staying me
While the labels telling me to be radio friendly
Fuck the radio, he never tried to befriend me
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
My heartbeat’s the metronome
I beat hearts to death with my headphones, my metro phone
PCS, horrible reception when I need it best
The best I need never needs me, feeds off the rest
A leech on my chest sucking the blood out my heart
My heart bleeds out depressed, I’ve run out of scars
My scars run inches deep, they intervene with my inner being
Being an inner fiend I hide my addiction to this sinful weed
Weed leaves ground up in my morning tea cup
Cups of tea to keep me up while I write these raps
I’m not wrapped right, I’m a little insane, maybe crazy
Crazy maybe, but these raps won’t write themselves baby
I’m self saving, I ain’t a saint worth saving
Save me from this homo sapiens ending
I write to keep myself from killing those I love
But what happens when my heart runs out of love
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
I’m buzzing out, I can’t control my mouth
Blacked the fuck out, it’s fucking dark out
I can’t see anything, I can’t read anything
I can barely breath, what is god telling me
Edit: Recording it soon
