[Hook] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell
[Verse 1] Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzing Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism The devil ain't on the level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him giving him an adjective an ass whooping So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally Used to get bullied so I cut class and ditched it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em apart Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud To shop at K-Mart and it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin' I don't give a fuck I don't play! Bitch You think you saw this basket first? Your ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Mind's like a pile of clay When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape? Ripped a gaping hole in it Flipped out, ripped down the drapes Tied them around my neck, went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray While I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face gibberish And this ain't got nothing to do with escaler being gay ya Little faggot. but By the way thoughts are getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face I'm insane Every rhyme I say, sons you, like an ultra violet ray I’m selling hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a plate I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on the competition In the meantime it’s always mean time
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[Verse 2] I’ve been a career asshole I don’t see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake But I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit And I’m coming to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph That cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book But I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'mma snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed would have caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate If it feels like I'm running away with the game It's cause I am don't speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by my wicked ways Lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches Cry till you get puffy eyes red face But I'm leaving on this jet plane You ain't fly, you're an airhead I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole sorry another catchphrase But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace