Kick Rocks

[Verse 1]
Yo, I spoke to a psychiatrist before writing this
He opened my mind, dug inside of it and found all kind of shit
Told me I'm the spitefulest, most trifling nigga he knows
And I'ma go broke like Iverson
I said "aight you bitch, I might be a giant prick
But you can't predict the future, close your third eye a bit
Speaking of the future, we could have been the tightest friends
Now I gotta tie you up and dump you in the fire pit"
I'm fighting me cause ain't no one left to fight against
Killed myself, fled the scenе and left tire prints
Trying to erasе the blood off my hands to feel alive again
All you fucking liars can drink a bottle of tiger piss
I'ma flip the hourglass, that's what time it is
Five or six years from now I'll still be rhyming
With the same type of chip on my shoulder
But this time I'll get 99.9% of what I invent, filth!

[Hook]
Staring at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)
Looking at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)

[Verse 2]
I'm an artist, I'll tell you what I'm going through
For the last few years, that hasn't been the total truth
I've been concealing myself so much it's turned into
A monster building up inside of me, I'll probably turn him loose
Pressure to burst pipes, my effort to turn nice
Was levelled in thermite and ran over with dirt bikes
I measure my worth right, I never was Earthlike
I bettered my cursed life to sever the worst ties
And thanks to the cancel culture if I ever blow up, boy my ass is over
I done seen so much shit as a fucked up kid
Punch-punch-kick the cunt of a drugged up bitch
Plus I was running up on anybody trying to shit on me
On the page in the stage, I became a liability
But I ain't even mad, I'm just talking 'bout the past
This song is about time, niggas got me in my bag, it's the filth!

[Hook]
Staring at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)
Looking at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)

[Verse 3]
2020 present day, shit is extra gay
The future is now, I should be in a flying Escalade
Instead I stay glued to the ground, dead in place
But I found a clever way to escape this damn charade
I'ma let them say what they want, let them speculate
And when they're not looking I run and hit the exit gate
Jump inside the front of a flying car that Tesla made
And crank it up and fly higher than Covid infection rates
I'd better thank the fans for the epic wait
I'm still the shit like I stepped out of a septic tank
Even though I left 'em in need and had to step away
I still love my niggas 'cause they gave me a better way
Never running from my damn mistakes, I would rather face
Each and every one of 'em, stand in front of 'em, set 'em straight
So I'd better pay this homage before my head is grey
For everything you ever did for me, I hope you accept the stakes

[Hook]
Staring at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)
Looking at the clock on the wall (tick-tock)
Will I reach the top, will I fall? (just watch)
They want what I got to dissolve (but it's not)
So you can lick my cock and my balls (and kick rocks)

[Outro]
Nigga, kick rocks
Kick rocks, nigga, kick rocks come on
Now kick rocks, beezy, kick rocks
Kick rocks, beezy, kick rocks boy
Now kick rocks, nigga, kick rocks
Kick rocks, nigga, kick rocks yeah
And kick rocks, nigga, kick rocks
Because it's hip-hop, real hip-hop, bitch!