Music My Outlet

[Hook] (x4)
Music still my outlet, my mind - I'm still out of it
Out of it, out of it

[Verse]
I came up in this bitch with a gas can and matches
I'm 'bout to get nasty, real nasty
Y'all fuckers ain't savages, y'all ain't hard
Y'all motherfuckers is flaccid, I keep a bad bitch upon the mattress
I bet y'all sucking asses
Glock up on my dash, bitch, got bitches by the fly
I ain't never gon' stop, better grab hold of something
'Cause I'm coming in hot, I don't know what's wrong
Something dark in my heart, I'm 'bout to pull 'em all apart
Claiming that you real, but to me - you're fake as hell
Leave your body in a shopping cart, my rap's abstract - I be dropping classic art
And if you really want the smoke, let's do it Martial Arts
I just wanna kill shit, I don't really feel shit like I got a artificial heart
There ain't no second chances, you won't be able to restart
I'm too sick, I'm too smart, my bars are off the charts

[Hook] (x4)
Music still my outlet, my mind - I'm still out of it
Out of it, out of it