[Hook] Prepaired boy scout, you know I got them rohtos. Silvs in my pocket, arctic ice on my eyeball. Daniel Craig, rap game Skyfall. Color changin whip like leaves in the season fall. Green stacks, name the paper cloryphil. Fake rolly watch, in the centapede drop top. Mini cooper limo, stretched about fifty feet. Rendered every verse I wrote six feet deep. Prepaired boy scout, you know I got them rohtos. Silvs in my pocket, arctic ice on my eyeball. Daniel Craig, rap game Skyfall. Color changin whip like leaves in the season fall. [Hook] Featured like it was a full length motion picture. Gave me a razzy, but I gotta say I beg to differ. Instagram picture, saturated photo filter. Sunk the damn fleet, call it iceberg scripture. Icelandic fishers with the bait on a barbed hook. Stupid simple like a pre-k picture book. Dr susse green ham in the candy lamb. Hopin pop with the hip hop diction, damn. Dinosaur thesaurus, im at Jurrassic Park. Vicious velociraptor, rap battle Rosa Parks. Watchin quarks, micromanage subatomic structure. Shark week on the TV screen, metalic luster. Hook hand Buster Bluth, in the sound booth. Always aimin’ for the fence, thought I was Babe Ruth. A missin’ roof don’t make you different, so spit truth. Im Clark Kent changin’ clothes in the phone booth. Incognito Google Chrome, surfin’ web waves. Status on the wall, facebook fan page. Readin’ Naruto, this chakra I can not contain. Toad sage, Gamakichi meditate. Matured late, but they still made me Hokage. School of Rock, impersonating Ned Schneebly. Dewey Finn, just tryna win that twenty K. Battle of the Bands, radiation gamma ray. [Hook] Homegirl Monster, off in the vane-ya But she aint chainged bruh, white power range-uh. Call her Topanga, boy I seen the world, And I gotta say, that she stunt hard for a white girl. Edward Norton curb stompin problems. Should probably calm down, im getting blood on my kicks. Who in the hell is this gimp, and why he so crunk? Getting buck, trigger happy like he popped the trunk. Then cocked the pump, twelve gauge wolfman. Yessir, that’s an homage to the potege of stan. Don’t wanna spit shit like a middle school slam book. Playin MASH, look, dumb blonde, Hogan Brooke. Sometimes I rhyme nothin with somethin, record and bump it. But thumpin bass always overshadows the lyrical grace. Delicacy, flow Dom Pérignon friviously. Seriously, why the fuck are you listening to me? I make a G step back, call his ass an F. Impressin my weighted opinion upon his neck and chest. Like im a bag of sand, flexin in a mini van. Slide the door open, peep ‘em doin shots of vodka, man. Wobblin with dubbed up bass heads, brain dead. Those base lines pure white, but they aint zeds dead. Go flash your glock instead, braggin about gettin ya bread. Fed by ya plug, who say the cain pure bread. [Hook] Couldn’t care less about your race, I don’t descriminate. Yo, when it comes to hate, I’m equal opportunity. Choppin blades.. like a samurai sword. Got that fat stomach, no washboard. Champloo, im with Mugen, Jin, and Fuu. I fucked up, my only option is seppuku. Leanin low with my edo period dudes. Bushido, honor bound to double times two. Stupid shoes, so im barefoot lookin aloof. Cubed roots, lemon juice, way back caboose. Call the beat a train track if it click clacks. I flow facts, rhymes clean scrubbin ajax. Dumb trick, you know this honkey stupid swangin. Double knot my laces, ballin out walter peyton. Thought I was hatin, but really im just so ravin. Snappin my fingers in that classic Z-Formation. No patience, attention deficite dissorder. Vault hunter, rap game lands border. Lands End catolouge, eatin turnips. I turn up the subs, thump like a semi truck. Elephant trunk, nose made to do coke. Fuckin broke ‘cause I spend all of my dough on clothes. Mighty close, parinoid, all you do is toke. Quit gigglin, bitch, I didn’t even tell a joke. [Hook]

Rocks on my shoulders, Carrying boulders. Pockets full of pebbles, And im just getting older. Might be bolder than the business, Get with it. Bitches, attractin drama, Like magnets. Me dynamic, Chaingin it up. The said to grow up, And fall into a rut. I don’t wear these clothes To be cool. Shit, I wear these threads, Cause I think they rule. Neon and pastell, Straight peacockin’ Tryna fly high, Like a full tank apollo rocket. .. but im runnin on empty, the stimulants tempt me, I want more like demi. Whisperin ghosts, Complexion comatose. No response to the stimuli, Shit, im just getting by. Minimum wage, Couple hours a day. Im a wage slave, Back on the grind tryna get paid. To my face say It.. shit. If you cant be real, Then you I cant fuck with. I got enough friends, Don’t need you. The more you let into your life, The more you need to compromise. And I know I said I change it up, But I change for me, Not any other damn human being. Stupid dope, Is always how I keep it. ... Until his fuckin neck broke. Spineless. Is what im tryna say. I love rocksmith, And I love bumpin gucci mane. Do that make me a lame? I guess. But my question for them, Is who you tryna impress? That girl you got feelings for? .. How about the cool kids livin next door? .. Maybe you should do it for you. .. Maybe we could chill, And smoke a cigarette or two. Fallin back on my dumb raps, Blunt wraps. Say a lot of words, Bitch swerve, im a suspect (sus-pack-t) Keep that on the down low, Tall ten toes. Three fingers of gin, Spittin till I go broke. credits

[Hook] yo.. I got my face to the floor.. My back is in the Cor-nor I just cant go on Anymore.. ‘cause I got my face to the floor.. [Hook] x2 His home is the hard place, that lies next to a rock. He drinks the day away, Permafade, time clock. No ambitions, Wishin he could go to sleep. So he got no dreams, Future days seem mighty bleak. Rockin cleats, To keep his feet stuck to the ground. But he still gets higher, Why’re words makin him frown. Happines, The emotion known as fair-weather. Seemed alright, ‘till he quantized life, And then he took a real measure. [Hook] x1 wait, hold up, I think he doin stupid fine. Toin’ lines, sick of the shit Blacked out, homie, he forgets. Do you even lift? Trick who are you to judge? His hard home is comfortable, Familiar, lump of coal. Smokin bowls, flickin bics, Change is tough so fuck that shit. They call him lifted masochist. Self harm, a ninteys kid. Apathy, The emotion oh so comforting. Bide that time, stay alive, And see what tomorrow brings. [Hook] x1 She’s self coucious ‘Cause no boys liked her in highschool. Then she got hot during college, Became the village bicycle. Parties every night, Blackouts, fucks and fights. In hindsight it’s a game, Knows well that walk of shame. Past pain is remembered, When alone, so memories she locks. Her home is the hard place, That lies next to the rocks. Happines, The emotion known as fair-weather. Seemed alright, ‘till she quantized life, And then she took a real measure. [Hook] x1 Ha ha ha, You sound a little envious. You’d probably give an arm and leg, Just so you could be that bitch. The title fuck toy, Aint nuthin to be proud of. But at least she gets attention, I know that’s something you’d love. She lives that high life, Waitin on the credits to roll around. Exit stage, lights out. End game means crashing down. Apathy, The emotion oh so comforting. Bide that time, stay alive, And see what tomorrow brings. [Hook]

Disassociated, My robotussin bottle empty. Train of thought’s a runaway, I guess I got some enemies. Said, just take ten of these Im so far gone, but im quik like nestle. Bitch, don’t test me. Straight murdered the beat, but them fools can’t arrest me. Call a doctor. Sickness is killin ‘em slow. Auditory plague indiscriminate, When stealing your soul. No self control, Black hole matter compressor. Suppressor on the tech, Hidden in the top drawer of my dresser. Tenured professor. Im teachin' the kids with a smirk. Cop me some k from youngin. I told ‘em all to do work. Go berserk, yoked out, Like fuck the molly. Im lookin for a dark place, That I can hide the bodies. [Chorus] Null set.. That’s a malfunction. Null set.. Bumpin' with them youngins. Null set.. That’s a malfunction. Null set.. Yea im out there stuntin. [Chorus] x2 Got me a thesaurus for christmas, What is this. I think we need newspeak, Shit, Orwell did it. Poppin' off Redenbacher, Regardless of genre. Binary beauty, its black and white, Reciting the mantra. Malicious malware, I don’t really care. Zeros and ones, can be fun My virus ensnares. 808 clap, snare. With the boom bap. Trap.. music. Is just a tool, so I use it. Mighty foolish of you To produce ignorance. Figurin’ business is business, But my shit be a little different. Schism religion. Resulting in the fruition Of ideological bullshit, And im fuckin with it. [chorus] x2 Well.. Lets talk this out. If the puzzle is unfinished Then which piece are we without? There’s no need to shout, Use of inside voices. But my inner voice keeps tellin me To murder all these bitch MCs. Not lyrically, But twenty to life literally. Giggling at the prospect, Working until the stage set. Game point, match set, Flyin in the learjet. A kamikaze pilot, Deviceless except for respect. How big your slice is, Determines interpretations If your only reference for measure Is the mother fucking paper. Monetary wet dreams, About the scene. Fuck your team, fuck your songs, They all about the same thing. [chorus] x2 Get it, get it, gone. Wait, that’s wrong, bring it back a second. Stupid Mod Adon, is this song Really sayin' somethin? Naw, it’s a long Shot to decipher the syllables. So think what you want, Opinions are not empirical. I hear ya doe, you’re feelin cold? Your temperature below zero? You’re angry ‘cause your friends fucked you over, Now you’re six below. Well, you were slow, so they left you. Behind, ‘cause life’s a race my dude. But it takes two to tango, So I bet you screwed them over too. Only a fool puts up with shit, While bitchin’ ‘bout what they been through. So zip ya lips, and cut the shit, The weakest link was always you. Feeble minds ignore the truth. While great ones exploit it. Gimmie a pen and pad, Ill point it out Then you can pay me what I’m due. Then you can pay me what I’m due. .. Then you can pay me what I’m due. ..

[Hook] Becca Monster, .. Leanin with that choppa. .. Syrup conquored .. Robotussin doctor .. Homegirl bonkers .. Killed ‘em at the concert .. Click clack boom, Turn ‘em into fish food. Throw ‘em in the water, Give that roody-poo cement shoes. [Hook] x2 The Cruella De Vil Of Pennsylvania. Dalmation nation, Chemicals in the cranium. What I’m sayin is She got a lot of dogs. Penn State to Cali LAG’d the fuck up bruh She like Thor in the kitchen, Call her Arm & Hammer. White Lady, Walter White A special K slammer. Grab your cammera, Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Or she’ll disapear, poof. Houdini fear monger. Como la llama Becca monster, es muy guapa. No matra, she posted topples, Rockin moccasins. Status Gunga Din Rap game Rudyard Kipling. Wishin I could double down, but my wallet missing. She talkin keys So I thought she was a locksmith Never wearin rocksmith, Scene kid stunna, bitch. Never hesitates To go toe to toe With them hill folk, Even if they strapped and mad, yo. Screaming obcenities, Directed at her ear hole. She like, “fuck you bitch, Imma grab by puppy and go.” She well known From Canada to Mexico. Always thowed, with a pint of lean And a blunt f’sho. Getting grown Blowin up on twitter. Such a fuckin beast, That I had to make the song sicker. Than spanish flu When its leanin at an obtuse. Pandemic proportions, This song was overdue. The kid loose Blacked out off that grey goose. Wreckingball, juggernaught. Pull you out like a baby tooth. Seth Rogan for dinner Eatin the Cous Cous. Changed where she stay, But still steady reppin the truth. Tweaker tendancies, Sleepless in Seatle. Got a distain for the masses, Those pop culture cattle. They sheep, and cant compete. With such an individual. Now let me slow it down, And go back to the chorus, bruh. [Hook] x2 Mod Adon Goin ham for a loyal fan. Becca Monsterr, Honorary SWIM Fam. Member.. Since when? I can’t remember. But I know she on the grind With that insane temperament. Never content (what?) Lips on that angle dust. Wet to the gills, keepin trill, Never gave a fuck. Mindset misanthropic, Humanity hater. If talkin star wars, She takin the side of Darth Vader. Light saber, Ruby red, so zombie behead, Maybe walkin dead, But Carl such a little bitch. Altruistic matricide, She took him aside. Kicked ‘em in the nuts, And laughed while the kid cried. She a Bacardi bitch, Even her tears are 80 proof. Broke the breathalyzer, So the cops said, fuck it dude. Peace out, duce, Biggalo giggalo, Ho got the john hancock Style autograph. Autobots.. She regarded as the optimum, Servin prime cuts of beef, To haters talkin shit (sheit) Crystal kief, Becca with the THC. Put the trick to sleep, Only sow what she reap. With interest. For instance, High apr. Middle finger hangin out the car, Poppin off the AR. White bitch bizare, With perfect cuticles. Nail in the coffin, Hackin coughin, like she do it it often. Nonsense. Your thoughts aint worth two cents. Gimmie a pence, a penny, For every slut out in public. She run shit, Like Boston massacre marathons You know mod adon got your back, So just keep on.. Truckin.. youngin. Im shirt tail tuckin. She high off somethin. Wide pupils, I love it. Becca Monster part two Good luck it. End verse, fuck it. She be dope if nothin.. else. [Chorus]

You could get lost in my mind, Searching for answers you cant find. Yo, the light behind my eyes, Is to show others im not blind. I could put my dreams aside, Become a casualty of time. Or I could utilize my skill set, And become one with the grind. Like pickin the pieces up, Reconstrust before they can go beat it up. Gorilla glue, im feelin stuck, Antidepressants are not enough. My thought process, a labyerinth. Ever since I was born. Never confined to the box, And oblivious to the score. Spent nights lookin for more, A gentle rapping at my door. I rose and opened it, Standing there, the long lost lenore. No love interest, all business, Intentions seen as cryptic. When I spit flows on the tryptich, I leave them asking what is this. Flabergasted, Jaws drop in surprise. When I procreate ideas, Mitosis creating new life. Evolving past human device. A new species on the cyph- I came to see that I had trancended normal life. [Hook] I never really understood The term bookworm. Until I myself started Devouring the pages for sustinance. One of us, one of them, Ego death is how you win. But sins will blur the line between Those you love and the rest of them I had some friends who left my side, Faded away with passing time. I guess they were the silver ones, Tarnished by how I lived my life. And, yeah, that’s fine, i accept that they didn’t understand. If places were reversed, I couldn’t say id have a better plan. But, damn, I was lost in myself, Refusing any offered help. Preoccupied by racing thoughts, Gathering dust upon my shelf. I caught glimpses of clarity, But they were far and few between. The encompassing suffering That I had come to call my being. Was it reality? Or was it all a bad dream? I had lost the ability to Differentiate between. The happenings externally, And chaos raging internally. All had become one, With me begging myself for mercy. [Hook] so many nights I spent accumulating useless knowledge. Filled my brain abscure topics, And I thought it was all harmless. but the overabundance of data, permiated and scattered. Shattering my view of self, And blocking out what really mattered. Abstract patterns, Theories carefully constructed. Thought I had a beautiful mind, Answers easily deducted. In truth my view was abstructed, By the drugs and mental illness. I could feel it, the madness, Creeping closer, onto my shoulder Whispering sudective sweet nothings Pretending it was something. I could use to light my path, To keep the darkness from touching.. Me.. but now I see The falacies that I believed. Whole heartedly simply because I was so lonely. The easiest lies to accept Are the ones that you tell yourself. Because you understand the complexities Without any help. Story written in pencil, You weilding the eraser. Changing the past at the drop of a hat, Just to feel better. [Hook]