64 again
Man, imagine writing the letter between ABC and fucking EFG
The letter’s pressing, get it? D-pressing, it’s like fucking KFC
Finger-licking good, n igga looking good, that’s me muhfucker
Seems like nowadays I got the fucking ill in me, muhfuckers
Notice something? Every sentence has got a fucking curse in it
That even the fucking curse itself, I’m verbally cursing it
I don’t want this shit entry to fucking sound too personal
But fuck it, with this lyrics, I made it stand out, I worsened it
I’m fucking losing myself again, though we ain’t in a damn maze
But PA system seems to be telling me to do what Uncle Sam says?
Say what? Bitch, I ain’t a soldier, I don’t take no orders
Ain’t no waiter neither, n igga why do I bother?
Damn, this mic’s making me too violent I feel like a wife-beater
Depression has swallowed me, now I fucking knife-slit her
I’ve hated all this time, I hate my whole life with her
I’m hiding in the dark where no one can see, I’m a deprived n igga
Why the shocked faces why hate on these fucking racist jokes?
Now you know I’m full of shit, so it’s like my faeces spoke
My language too shitty, it ain’t like you don’t recognize this tongue
It’s just fucking cow dung, but you stick yours out like Lickitung
Asking for more, nope, you don’t ask for more, it’s abundant, see
Abundant yes, reluctant jest, I can punch the air so redundantly
I swallow pain like it’s water, that’s why it flows like it’s water
And if my next line rhymes with water, again, why should I bother?
I’m not so desperate, bitch, I don’t need a girl in my life
I’m just preparing myself cuz I notice you try hurling the knife
Fuck, I’m scarring myself, remove an “R”, I’m scaring myself
And an “L” too, so fucking RacheL, you just aching myself
No man, enough of that, I don’t need love because I have it in me
Infinity, unlimited, I don’t need no dealer to fucking sell it to me
I ain’t buying it, there’s no way that this monster I deal with is big
Then how the fuck did they manage to conceal it, this pig
This faggot that I’m defeating, these cowards that I’m flipping
I said, “cow-words”, motherfuckers, you fucking sleeping?
Prolly I blame Eminem, but no man, he’s the man, open up
This fucking game won’t end, it’s snow man, covered up
With snow, and rolling downhill, picture it, it’s a fucking effect
It means I’m procrastinating like saving my Marshmallow the sex
I’m tired, like I just ran, I mean I just swam from the Pacific
At least it ain’t as stupid as David Blaine with his magic tricks
You can see who is me now? Attacked and enjoying epic fits
I can hand you quick punches, but I also got rapid kicks
Get it bitch? I’m so down now, even the sky looks down on me
Ironically, these lyrics show that I’m high now, don’t frown at me
I’ve had enough of these bitches toying me, clowning me
Man, this is like a vision of Virgin Mary, I found the sound in me
But then again, is this me? Is Fish full of punches? He ain’t got hands!
Motherfuckers they always say I won’t make it, “no rotten chance!”
Fishy ain’t going soft anymore, my G-spot’s hit, orgasm now
My Dad told me to stop cussing in raps, But no vulgarisms? How?
How am I supposed to say that I hate all these things that surround me?
How the fuck do I say it and mean it, I hate everything around me
I’ve had enough, I don’t wanna go on and hurt you further
I admit defeat, it’s over, I really don’t fucking wanna hurt her
But before I do that, I have one last, one one thing to say
Ah, fuck it, I guess I won’t cuz that fucking thing’s too gay
I can make you senile, like how Ronald Weasley did Professor Lupin
I can give you a headache, and like a fucking beyblade you spin
Even painkillers wouldn’t kill the pain, it’s obvious you going insane
Like fuckers attacking me back, then realize it’s all fucking in vain
Fucking in vain, because you guys fucked dudes, they can’t get pregnant
Rewind this whole piece of shit, and imagine a little reenactment
Oh man, if this is the result of misery, pain combined with sadness
Then fuck it, I’m so glad, because I think I’m fucking fine with madness