OKay so I wrote this like a year and a half ago cause I was mad at like six different people, and instead of writing six different songs I consolidated them into one and the longer I’ve held on to this song the more true all these statements have become i hope you enjoy the amount of pettiness that...
Yeah
Depressive wavelengths
Fucking up my mind
Pissing out my feelings
Watch my confidence decline
Sulking in my sorrow
Put a bullet in my brain tomorrow
Yeah
I'm finally coming to grips
So I hollowed my tips
And I’m capping every motherfucker
Flapping they lips
Imma stain’em on the wall
And leave that joker a slip
Aye, shut yo fucking mouth and
Keep it closed with a zip
Yuh, Aye
I’m that angry motherfucker from the ETX
This why I’m vexed
All these Mr. MEESEEK motherfuckers
Trynna copy me
First it was the clothes
Now the music and photography
Oh you bought a foreign too
Well that’s a 1997 think that visa’s expired
Boy don’t test my fucking gangsta
Or I’ll leave you retired
All these wishy washy rappers
Out here testing my patience
Because they rap with no cadence
Dap me up no acquaintance
Boy step back you contagious
And I’m the rap barbarian
Making you nauseous
And that collateral damage
Will throw him back like a lateral
Gets the fritz when he panic
Cause he ain't know I was radicle
Going crazy I’m maniac
He acting tough but he vaginal
Yeah,Uh, Yo Yo