LIVING CONTRADICTION

[Intro]
This is an Akuma production
Check, check, check, welcome
Let me close the door
I'm in the closet now
Haha, I'm in the closet
Akuma's in the closet, haha, so funny

[Verse 1]
A shitty fuckin' life, don't got nobody else to lean on
I was just a kid, and they still just sent police on
Black 'raches, wit' the independent tee on
And the custom jeans, I came to flex on all you peons
Demented mind, bendin' bitches, like a dented sign
My mental fine, but I struggle with a friend to find
I spend my time, trynna write through the indented lines
To skip the line, and spread cancer, like I'm benzidine
I know you pissed, and I get that too
I'm more confusing, kinda fuckey, than some sex taboos
And I'm spinnin' blades, you better step back too
I treat ya' homie, like a pussy, he a temp' tattoo
Apply with pressure, my words are corny, kinda clever
But you don't even care, to ask if I been feelin' better
I'm still fresher then the air, and a jacket made of leather
Know you love my execution, I'ma pull up on this lever
More shock-value, than Ted Bundy
Runnin' from 12, pack up, with my best buddy
We was just existing, wasn't out to make a difference
But these piggies kept, persistin', bitchin', twistin' up the vision
Post apocalyptic maniac, I run and snatch ya' chain up
Rappin' since a youngin', Momma told me "Fuck the game up!"
I was beatin' up the bullies, better patch his fuckin' face up
He never looked the same, told the fucker get some make-up
I'm collectin' all the diamonds, to sell 'em and build a island
Me, my little world, and some weed, enjoy silence
Don't worry 'bout ya' 9-5, or the early mornin' siren
Nothin' gonna bother you, to even stretch ya' eye lids
Me and my brothers strapped up, like some tyrants
Flow up on this beat, like Akuma been invited
I bet these rappers really gettin' fuckin' frightened
Like they Boosie, gettin' told off by Tyson

[Interlude: Lil Boosie & Mike Tyson]
I'm just grindin' man, I'm just-
Yeah but, Boosie check this out right, who are you?

[Verse 2]
I can put the Earth upon the palm of my hand
Start up a couple fights, and drop some bombs on the 'gram
I hope that he get tough, cause he'll get caught in a slam
And I could really fuckin' sneak him, while he's calmin' his man
Damn, I really fucked up this time
Catch me in the alley, drinkin' cola wit' rich wine
I switch rhymes, but bitch I keep up the same flow
I throw around the cash, and earn it up like a game show
She was bouncin' on the dick, made her legs begin to shake and lean
No, we can not make up, shawty this is not no Maybelline
I'm trynna get the weight up, started poundin' only steak and beans
So if they trynna run up, I can cock up and then I make 'em scream
I smoke the pack and then grind it right out the ziplock
I lived through the streets, ya' life was made of hip-hop
And bae was built off'a dickin', and watchin' TikTok
How many mortgage payments for that shiny little wrist watch?
And don't you get this shit twisted, like it's some dreadlocks
I wish just one of y'all walk up, bitch you could get got
And bitch I'll get through this game, and straight up the tip-top
And I'll bag up ya' wifey just for some quick top
Call Cthulhu, and sink the city like rapture
And you a fool if you thought these bitches was rappers
I smoke the Nibxl, ya' energy has been captured
Better pray to God, 'cause I'm endin' right on ya' chapter
I took ya' bitch, she made me dinner, and got oriented
Had the bitch rub my feet, yeah, the whore she splendid
One shot from this pistol, and ya' stories ended
Bitch I slice him from the neck, like I'm Cory Kenshin

[Outro]
You win, perfect!