So it begins, the moment when, you spin, in tantrum state
To aim the bladed end at your closest friend
And oh no, you’ll just go again, with that
‘Oh no I didn’t’, but everyone you live with
Saw you flip your lid and do the sh#t, so who the f#ck you kidding?
No one knows what you’re sniffing, but it’s a lid twisting and a sick-scented
Incense, vented, when you get to sipping, you’re a twit for thinking
You were fit for wicked, do you get the picture, are you in your temper?
I want you to get as, ignant as your issues with pigment, so get pissed
Cause if you get stupid then you’re gonna try to reply
And this time, hey, imma say no lies
You needed help and I tried
Never been in the mind, to fix any sh#t in your life
But you get boozing and using and hitting the pipe
Thinking you’re the ludicrous type, b#tch you’re clueless and high
Food for leviathan bites, try as you might
What you’re selling is trite, lying in spite
Ain’t nobody buying it dude, you ain’t fooling your flies
Sit in your room and just whine, and live your little two-bit
Never gonna do sh#t life, and quit intruding in mine with your lying
Jester fool, set of deuces to you as soon as im through with this rhyme (hook, line)
I’d bereave my reasoning to speak without a mention
To the years I put up with your petty temper and resentments
Then you started binging, putting fam as well as friendship on suspension
In the instances you’re missing, then you’re mad at inquisition
I’ve heard you’ve seen my #ss, with a wish to kick it, or was it kiss it?
Hold up, just wait a minute
What exactly is your country #ss trying to scrap fer?
Try to keep it backwoods, it comes out backwards
Which is how you have it, if you think we could match words
I got you beat at that, leave you gassed
One flame, one match to leave you as ash, urn
Bug/Grass type #ss in the path of a blast burn
With her, seems right, together as parasites for sore eyes
Like I’m staring at some flatworms
Yeah I get it, you’re just there for the gash, perv
And a ride, how many times were you my
Passenger to grab some herb and never slid a five or a
Dab of the returns? You’re a leech, that’s for sure
And I know you ain’t getting gas for her
Course that’s karma, cause if you are
The past year I’ve seen that chick pass near in her car, but
Out of four times, only once you were
Riding right-door side, otherwise I spy
Three other guys in shotgun
I bet shot one right into their target
I bet you’re wishing that you didn’t start this
Taking shots, forgetting that I’m sitting on these armaments
That would make an arsonist blush, and blood gush quick
From a rip through your cartilage, like shivs do to cardigans
End your stupid solipsistic sh#t and in parting
I’ll thrust a middle finger like im screaming eh garde at you
And I ain’t even going hard at you
I could say some sh#t to make the bar cackle
Or get you hard-tackled like the dogs in the yard (Other revisions)
But that’s a touchy subject like some Eskimo kisses
And I aught to show a little bit of modesty
And not let em know how you got the rhinotomy, honestly
Cause if you get stupid then you’re gonna try to reply
And this time, hey, imma say no lies
You needed help and I tried
Never been in the mind, to fix any sh#t in your life
But you get boozing and using and hitting the pipe
Thinking you’re the ludicrous type, b#tch you’re clueless and high
Food for leviathan bites, try as you might
What you’re selling is trite, lying in spite
Ain’t nobody buying it dude, you ain’t fooling your flies
Sit in your room and just whine, and live your little two-bit
Never gonna do sh#t life, and quit intruding in mine with your lying
Jester fool, set of deuces to you as soon as im through with this rhyme (goodbye)
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Been a while since your lady was been sipping up on my tea
But somehow both of y’all have got me stuck in your teeth
So if you want me to just drop it and shut up with the deets
Then quit that lying, saving face, when the subject is me
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