Dispatcher

Verse 1:

Yo, head biggest like Elephant Man
Often himself bedridden, tummy tickles when the meds kicked in
Dread livin', fresh stillborn, I'm dead kickin'
So visual, the death listen
Scalping a sandy wig, radio playin' Blondie
I've been keepin' audio diaries of murders, I'm a Jablonski
Throw on a beat and also own it
Cold picking Xanies from feces, far out on my own shit
Smokin' plants, protozoic (um), coke spritch
Razor spit the white in the twins like the Olsens
Blow off my own dome and last (blaow!) long enough to see them picking shards of my skull off the floor like, broken glass
Simplеtons, bow over not a clown sulfur, I won't be around posers
Thеy wobbly like (hey), the Ferrari behind Balboa
Who you want me to spit like? (Huh?) What should I say? Fucking cow-toers
Tongue patchy, the blunt gassy
I'm so pseudo-dumb happy, you can't out over or unwrap me
To stop the runs you gotta come clap me...

Chorus x4:

Sean P!: Your beats hot but your writing is lame
But your writing is lame

Verse 2:

Yo, no icons, life's like the diss track
I'm not all there, pipe bomb mishap
Split the plates in Earth's dish rack
Spit heart of a witch black
Stones piled and sticks stacked
Buzzin' sound like two Percs in the tip glasses
Bad trip trap, shoes gave me the Mario Wing Cap
Snort run across the coke
I walk through remains of fallin' copes
From buildin' wall of skulls
Lift wigs like goats packed, over Oxycontins
My gift like givin' acid blocks to dull fiends
It's raw like sushi eaten off cadavers
Knife kickin' the amulet, I'm a dispatcher

Chorus x4:

Sean P!!!: Your beats hot but your writing is lame
But your writing is lame