Normal is fake
Irony treat all these bitches like cake
Waste uh
Garbage man, great
Chef in the kitchen
So wait
Head decapitated on a plate
Last Supper
God’s Grace
Goodness sake
If I was normal then they all would hate
I’m here to procreate
You’re here to segregate
The reals from the fakes
No matter how many takes
It’s late
Midnight
Still in the studio
Trying to make things right
I’m no Shakespeare
I can’t playwright
Brutus-level wounds with a knife
They sweet as pie
Take a slice
Appearances vs reality
Your life a tragedy
My life is agony
They call me Irony
I don’t know why you see
Blind to the world
But open to finer things
Life only tires me
Death is refinery
Bright lights
But I only see the dark
You cruisin great
Me I am left in park
You are the target
And I am the dart
You been running from the start
Stagnant and still
I’ve lost my will
To murder em still
I let em spin on my wheel
Toi on the beat
Told me take a seat
But I can’t stand for that
Doesn’t make sense
Like most of kens tracks
Kid is still goat
I’m just hittin y’all with facts
Y’all don’t like my tracks
Y’all will call em wack
I don’t succumb to that
I rap not trap
Bars are free
Not held back
Yeah
Never held back
Only took a while to attack
Make sure I fix what they lack
Cut me some slack
I gave y’all that
Sleep on me
Wake up dead
Message in ya head
Left on read
Leave ya brain dead
Better not talk
Enough is said
Not enough cred
Teacher put all the assignments on the desk
You may have passed once
But you have failed the rest
Life is a test
And you got an “F”
So fuck you, who’s left?
If I was normal then I’d be a goner
I’m surrounded by snakes
Anacondas
Put that on my mama
Ima stay out of the drama
Fuck a false persona
But if ya diss me you’re a goner
You think you a beast but I’m a monster
You a queef and pussy smell likes lobster
Irony
You start all these rivalries
When you die
You think you gonna Rest In Peace
Crazy I only rest in sleep
Death is the normal thing
Yeah
Death is the normal thing