Mic Check

I do not look good I have not been on my grind I wish a bitch would not please I don't talk to my parents and My landlord is a Nazi I'm loaded like the dice Still I bet I'm boutta Yahtzee I need one valid reason not To end it all (Chemicals!) That's a good point To piggyback Where are my edibles? Mommy's medicine I'm a congenital bitch I'm sick of myself I'm sicker than hell it goes Mic check Think I need a factory reset Been swinging for the fence Since recess Waiting outside with the rejects But no one's coming to pick me up Mic check Think I got a jacked up preset Been feeling myself start to regress All I want to be is decent Yeah I need a pick-me-up I'm an anxious avoidant attention whore but I'll be so cringe before I'll ever be boring I'll be so fringe yeah I'll be so unimportant I'm so unimportant I hate my whole wardrobe But my body more so (Ew!) I need the type of therapy you gotta pay for Out-of-pocket (Clock it!) I'm never in my bag I'm in that pocket (Locked in) Certain I've got toxins causing my brain to rot and My life to be so exhausting Meanwhile, I turn my throat to an exhaust pipe Meanwhile, I take the bait I rage until I'm cross-eyed Meanwhile, I'm gagging on an apple like I'm hogtied I'm boiling in a deep fryer trying to win a cockfight Shut the fuck up bitch I'll win that shit too! (Too!) Top off this ten piece like cock-doodle-doo! (Doo!) Flip off my enemies like what's it to you They all say it's the end Not with that attitude! Mic check Think I need a factory reset Been swinging for the fence Since recess Waiting outside with the rejects But no one's coming to pick me up Mic check Think I got a jacked up preset Been feeling myself start to regress All I want to be is decent Yeah I need a pick-me-up Yeah I got a pickup line It's the pickup mic Clipped to my lapel (Rolling!) And we're live! Sir are you aware that you just Crossed a picket line? One Ben Frank I might just keep this From going live! Bitch I still do it for the vine (Yeah!) I do it for the personal essay I'm boutta write I do it cause my personality Is bad vibes I don't like myself and I don't like you either Cypher with all of my selves I'm the preacher and the choir For Chrissakes every single One of you sounds tired Take five! The fire under your ass Is getting fired Whatever goofy motherfucker's Gassing you is lying! No I'm not doing well I'm not looking good If I'm just being honest I got one foot in the grave and I got one in the comments I got a devil on my shoulder In my details, in my commas Singing Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two (You'd better run me my!) Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two Mic check one two one two (Run me my check!) Mic check Think I need a factory reset Been swinging for the fence Since recess Waiting outside with the rejects But no one's coming to pick me up Mic check Think I got a jacked up preset Been feeling myself start to regress All I want to be is decent Yeah I need a pick-me-up