Boomerange

Yo Jacks' burning liver
Hand's surgically attached to a glass swirling liquor
Craft the perfect picture
Perspex pitcher
Chase gin and vodka with the bourbon mixer
On my dick cause I dress like a suburban hipster
Uppers with the downers and the third elixir
Shit's peaking, turn down the mixer
Build up the piff then I burn down the rizla
I'll turn down the fixture
The bout's fixed, b
A bout with me?
You're down in 3 rounds
Don't grind
End up like ground mincemeat
These house MC's can go dive off Mount Kimbie
The fibres found in me
That's Jack Jetson
Snapback with the backpack like Ash Ketchum
Fast track to a cash stack my paths destined
Man ask tell em stand back don't ask questions
With the Buckfast that's what my friends on
Everyday a party I don't know what day it ends on
Tryna stay headstrong
Even though my head's gone
Yeah I get my drink on
Nothing to depend on
Every single links strong
You could never bend one
Associates not a doctor who I get my meds from
The opiates
Benzos
Copious ched o'z
Homies let z's blow
Hear the flow echo (echo)
Think my game is so retro
?WY? Metro
Strap a ?chrome mellow?
Billin up a zoot beside a black and chrome ????
Building jetpacks out of lego
Man hop out the Renault
Sippin that yellow
Vision be purple
My shits Donatello
Piff Pepper Pimento
My memory's Memento
Must be checkin' the memo
Cause fresh be my M.O
Several chemicals mixing like chemo
Downing Limoncello
Plotting Vengeance
Skipclass shit
Non Attendance
I bun a fat spliff
In remembrance of MCs' before me they surely get ended
Their stories pretended
They all reinvented their images
Staying on point in the centre like Pyramids
So what's the message for the little kids?
Life's a bitch but you live with it
Spit hieroglyphic shit
Like say the mayans inscripted it
Cycling high on this tightrope
Blind folded shitting it
All of these scripts I'm starting to get sick from it