Dome Lettuce - The Return Lyrics

Wake up in the morning and it's back to this shit
I do this shit for kicks for the kids with wrist slits
I'm sick of it sick of explaining it's not a bit
While I'm feeling kinda lit off my fifth or sixth hit
You lack competence but front like you're
Legit
You're whack and over confident can't even find the clit
After I give you the flip I'm bout ta dip in Kobi's whip
Try not to trip and slip but please get off the Hebrew tip

Like I'm a kosher hotdog the cops spotted the pot fog
I'm boutta pop off y'all are pussy I'm a top dawg
Acting like you got lockjaw but hopping off in a hot rod
I sought out a sawed off and copped it for the props dawg
I dodge the ops while hitting the box with my fox dog
The bagel and lox god with curled locks got broads
In broad daylight never play right someone better call the bomb squad
On god I'm boutta make a mistake so help me Todd

Todd is the name that I gave the voice in my head
The voice that tells me we'd be better off if y'all just dropped dead
I got lead I'm gonna tuck you in the hot bed
Then turn off all the lights so y'all can't see the blood shed
The scene of the crime looked normal except that the mud was red
The fuzz head out now ill buzz cut a dead head
Then I'll lock em in the shed but give em water and bread
Cuz he's a real nice kid well at least that's what he said

Nah I'm lying I'll admit it that's just something that I do
When I do not f*ck with you or the whole rest of your crew
I'm iller than the flu but feeling blue please get a clue
Selling glue to the druggies cuz I'm a money hungry jew
Well the horse goes neigh and the cow goes moo
And the pig goes get on the f*cking ground or I'll shoot
The boot kicks the tooth out the mouth of the youth
I'm speaking truth to power smoking flower in the booth

I'm on a stolen bike riding down the mass pike with a pretty dyke
I just hope she tryna show me what them titties like
I crash the bike and hitch hike told her I love her bitch syke
I haven't f*cked with german girls since before the third reich
I'm higher than a kite but the height gives me a fright
It's open mic night and when I spit it's kill on sight
My flow is alright but my bars are all tight
And my girl tight like the rope round my neck now say goodnight

Ok that got dark but it's about to get sicker
I'll murder a narc and drink up all of his liquor
My bitch thicker she's a first draft picker
I pick her then I lick her while I watch her eyes flicker
It's the tick tock ticker y'all are thick cock sickers
I mean suckers motherf*cker it's your ego that's bigger
I'm really tryna dig her while my finger on the trigger
I thought I'd have to trick her but she wants me go figure

I'm running out of rhymes said me never
I'll make you take your mask off like I'm heath ledger
I'm feeling better in my sweater but got no cheddar
Got blue cheese and loosies and a little feta
I tell it like it is with no bullshit I'm never clever
I'm just rapping at my leisure I'm known for extreme measures
The pressure on my head a bass head like I'm getter
When I finish writing I read it all back letter for letter

You don't like me that's okay I never liked you anyway
Games are what I never play away from home I'm JV A
Is that good or bad never was into sports I think they're gay
I've got nothing left to say I just live another day
Until I die another way and then I'm walking to my grave
I've got nine lives just gotta load up my last save
You're either for me or against me so get off or on the wave
I'm socially isolated just chilling in my cave