JUNKYARD

Half his measures extra drastic

Back on that depressive rap shit

But can he defend his past

Well his chances are less than average

Act as if it never happened

Jesse when suggesting magnets

Master - with his legend status

Actually he never had it

Goddamnit

He bad at this part of the job ain't he?

Waiting like when is his heart gonna stop aching?

Maybe just play me start from the top

Take every bar that I jot

Debate if I'm awful or not

Lately I'm off of the top crazy

But the pen is in the loony bin

I'm sitting in my room listening to DOOM on mute again

Snoop flipped a ggoD sipping Juice and Gin

I guess they doubt I'm truly him

The messiest house but I'm moving in

New beginnings you would think that the music my true religion

Who you kidding? Spitting schemes is in my genes

I'll use a euphemism - who you stupid idiots

thinking you fooling with them goofy writtens

Dude just quit it you embarrassing yourself

Want me to clear up my intentions? Okay I'll be very honest

I'm chasing bigger bags than a Karen thinks a carry-on is

The way you're talking like you barely want it

I'll be fairly modest but for the sake of profit

I'll stay on topic y'all are dead

I'm the motherfucking best with the schemes

Off the head I'm a cut above the rest - Guillotine

He a fiend for the smoke - Nicotine

Still asleep went from nightmare to night terror

Woke in a dream

Don't intervene

I'm already dead my heart is not in my chest

I've got knots in my chest and a large frog in my neck

All of these scars on my head are nothing compared to the ones inside it

My thoughts are undecided But they all are something violent

My mind is ultraviolet radiation making me age at a rapid pace

My brain is a damn disgrace

Ain't scared of the acid rain in fact I dance in it

Had a bad trip and took a bath in it

Now I act different

I can't imagine what'd happen if I took another tab

One and a half made my mother sad

Another would've drove me fucking mad

I'm fucking mad I didn't understand what happens

When you love yourself just enough to run from help

But not enough to seek it

I don't got another reason to be talking to these demons

But it's hard to believe in God when your barber is Sweeney Todd

So I try to even the odds and bring a blade of my own

But when I look in the mirror it's clear I'm shaving it home

The (h)air cut off I can't breathe

Lights shut off I can't see

Running from a stampede with bad knees

Still I be dancing

At ease soldier

A love drunk dumb fuck can't be sober