This song is pretty random so... enjoy
Its ya boi On the mic again
Stuck on it since the age of 10
Hopped on to piggy back the trend
No offence
But everyone seems a little dead
In the head
Spitten out words with no effect
Has to be said
Please no
Don't give me cred
Just send me dough instead
So I can bake some bread
Lemme get a little high
I can hear you sigh
When I start to rhyme
Just lemme try
'Fore you cry
Think happy thoughts
F*ck it I'm the boss
I'm getting lost
Without the sauce
Point me to a street I can cross
I'm at a loss
For any words
Its absurd
Aint you heard?
Give it to me stirred not shaken
Yeah I'm a nerd not mistaken
My rhymes are breaking
My Hands are shaking
My Head is aching
From all this waiting
On things to
Turn amazing
I'm just stating
Everything is aggravating
And circulating into
Something devastating
And its nauseating
Hear me when I start suffocating
From the intoxicating smell
Cant you tell
I'm going to hell
In a handbasket
Aint that classic
Aint that tragic
Aint it magic when My dad
Disappears again
What'll happen then
Is the pen
Starts flying on the pages
You can see it in their faces
When I start getting famous
Jumping off of stages
That's pretty basic
Everything is pretty complicated
When I'm concentrated
Words becoming automated
Exploding cause I detonated
Feeling stimulated
And I'm agitated
When the beat accelerated
I'm exhilarated to be obliterated
Or evaporated
In the sun
Tell you when I'm done
When I take a gun
To my head
When I start seeing red
Thatll be the end
Cuz ill be dead in the bed
Never see me again
Guess dying really aint part of the trend
Thats all that
Really has to be said
Don't have any more words
Guess this is the end