These messages are all the same
The complacent
The self-indulgent
The soft societies
Are about to be swept away
In the debris of history
Only the determined
Only the courageous
Only the visionary
Who determine the real nature of our Struggle
Can possibly survive
Sluuuuurp
Wait
Okay
I think I got it
I'm going in
Yo, is this mic on
Yo, I'm a natural fool
A cheerful, twisted nihilist
That's designing flaws
Speculating every thought
To overthrow my happiness
The feds slapped a label on me
Making claims I'm more dangerous
Than a toddler with a bad behavior
F*ck them
I'll just spin persuasion offering balloons
Abusing my gift to gab lying for empathy
Spiking a few bottles of heineken
With dianarcan for two
Ashes mixed with ashes
May the world turn to dust
Is it an ironic twist
Or maybe just my luck
I'll keep it realistic
My mind's morbidly restricted
I'm tempting fate
With every snap on my wrist
With this rubber band
For every chance that I get
I only see to lose my peripheral vision
Yo, in fact maybe you're not
Conscious enough to listen
Korcid, hit em with the cheese whiz
Me, as a human being
Is more addictive than coke or smack
So liquefy me on the spoon
Soak the cotton
Pullin' the plunger back
Remember me
I'm your good ol friend
Baby cream
I still use cheesy lines
On older broads
With ambition to clap cheeks
I'm a cluster f*ck more of a scribble thot
I'm fascinating like the conspiracies
Surrounding the crack rock
Leave it to f*ckin' Korcid
I sit around the round table with sir lancelot
Cookin' up the perfect plot
For when we leave camelot wait, hold up
It's just a thought
I'm an odd poet that's trapped
In this write-ical prison
My rhymes are so bad
They need locked up for treason
I live in this world that is real and surreal
Where anything is possible
And nothing is ideal
A place where I can escape
With no apprehensions
A world full of infinite possibilities
With endless creations
Where only my imagination is the max of limitations
So from here on out
I vow to write with a passion
In hopes that one day
I'll be a lyrical assassin
My words are my bullets
My pen is my gun
I'll bust off rhymes
Until all my enemies are done
I may be an odd poet
But I'm a lyrical king
With every verse I write
I make my enemies sing
So don't f*ck with me
I think I got it
We do not intend to be lectured
On intervention by those
Whose character was stamped
For all time
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These messages are all the same
The complacent
The self-indulgent
The soft societies
Are about to be swept away
In the debris of history
Only the determined
Only the courageous
Only the visionary
Who determine the real nature of our Struggle
Can possibly survive
Sluuuuurp
Wait
Okay
I think I got it
I'm going in
Yo, is this mic on
Yo, I'm a natural fool
A cheerful, twisted nihilist
That's designing flaws
Speculating every thought
To overthrow my happiness
The feds slapped a label on me
Making claims I'm more dangerous
Than a toddler with a bad behavior
F*ck them
I'll just spin persuasion offering balloons
Abusing my gift to gab lying for empathy
Spiking a few bottles of heineken
With dianarcan for two
Ashes mixed with ashes
May the world turn to dust
Is it an ironic twist
Or maybe just my luck
I'll keep it realistic
My mind's morbidly restricted
I'm tempting fate
With every snap on my wrist
With this rubber band
For every chance that I get
I only see to lose my peripheral vision
Yo, in fact maybe you're not
Conscious enough to listen
Korcid, hit em with the cheese whiz
Me, as a human being
Is more addictive than coke or smack
So liquefy me on the spoon
Soak the cotton
Pullin' the plunger back
Remember me
I'm your good ol friend
Baby cream
I still use cheesy lines
On older broads
With ambition to clap cheeks
I'm a cluster f*ck more of a scribble thot
I'm fascinating like the conspiracies
Surrounding the crack rock
Leave it to f*ckin' Korcid
I sit around the round table with sir lancelot
Cookin' up the perfect plot
For when we leave camelot wait, hold up
It's just a thought
I'm an odd poet that's trapped
In this write-ical prison
My rhymes are so bad
They need locked up for treason
I live in this world that is real and surreal
Where anything is possible
And nothing is ideal
A place where I can escape
With no apprehensions
A world full of infinite possibilities
With endless creations
Where only my imagination is the max of limitations
So from here on out
I vow to write with a passion
In hopes that one day
I'll be a lyrical assassin
My words are my bullets
My pen is my gun
I'll bust off rhymes
Until all my enemies are done
I may be an odd poet
But I'm a lyrical king
With every verse I write
I make my enemies sing
So don't f*ck with me
I think I got it
We do not intend to be lectured
On intervention by those
Whose character was stamped
For all time
The complacent
The self-indulgent
The soft societies
Are about to be swept away
In the debris of history
Only the determined
Only the courageous
Only the visionary
Who determine the real nature of our Struggle
Can possibly survive
Sluuuuurp
Wait
Okay
I think I got it
I'm going in
Yo, is this mic on
Yo, I'm a natural fool
A cheerful, twisted nihilist
That's designing flaws
Speculating every thought
To overthrow my happiness
The feds slapped a label on me
Making claims I'm more dangerous
Than a toddler with a bad behavior
F*ck them
I'll just spin persuasion offering balloons
Abusing my gift to gab lying for empathy
Spiking a few bottles of heineken
With dianarcan for two
Ashes mixed with ashes
May the world turn to dust
Is it an ironic twist
Or maybe just my luck
I'll keep it realistic
My mind's morbidly restricted
I'm tempting fate
With every snap on my wrist
With this rubber band
For every chance that I get
I only see to lose my peripheral vision
Yo, in fact maybe you're not
Conscious enough to listen
Korcid, hit em with the cheese whiz
Me, as a human being
Is more addictive than coke or smack
So liquefy me on the spoon
Soak the cotton
Pullin' the plunger back
Remember me
I'm your good ol friend
Baby cream
I still use cheesy lines
On older broads
With ambition to clap cheeks
I'm a cluster f*ck more of a scribble thot
I'm fascinating like the conspiracies
Surrounding the crack rock
Leave it to f*ckin' Korcid
I sit around the round table with sir lancelot
Cookin' up the perfect plot
For when we leave camelot wait, hold up
It's just a thought
I'm an odd poet that's trapped
In this write-ical prison
My rhymes are so bad
They need locked up for treason
I live in this world that is real and surreal
Where anything is possible
And nothing is ideal
A place where I can escape
With no apprehensions
A world full of infinite possibilities
With endless creations
Where only my imagination is the max of limitations
So from here on out
I vow to write with a passion
In hopes that one day
I'll be a lyrical assassin
My words are my bullets
My pen is my gun
I'll bust off rhymes
Until all my enemies are done
I may be an odd poet
But I'm a lyrical king
With every verse I write
I make my enemies sing
So don't f*ck with me
I think I got it
We do not intend to be lectured
On intervention by those
Whose character was stamped
For all time
Writer: Cory Dye
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid