POPPIN_REMIX

[Verse]
I'm cocky as hell, you know you cannot move me
Doing a jig on your lawn, the watusi
I'm always theatrical, ready for movies
The frame is a painting, the picture is moving
Meanwhile, you're cookie and cutter (yuh)
I'm out here and loud, why you mutter? (bruh)
You getting salted like butter (what?)
I'm confident, you come out with a st-st-st-stutter
But I'ma digress, I'm off on my next
I'm banging my head to this, get off my neck
Banging for clout, but you don't got a set
While I bang out projects, where you're just content
To consume my content, and the contents wherein
I'm a fiend for the meme of it, try to pretend
That you're gleaning some meaning off what I can pen
And there's even some decency left of within
I'm on real trap shit, fuck do you mean?
You a boy in a dress when comparing to me
I've seen carnage and hatred, it's defining me
You get bound in a basement indefinitely
I might kill for the thrill of it, say I'm unstable
One more time, the mortician's got you a table
I swear it's symbology, don't hit your payphone
I grew up in agony, fuck off your fables
My skull has been splitting, my abdomen's aching
I'm mentally ill, so they say that I'm faking
Track marks on my arms, but I swear I ain't taking
I'm clean and I mean it, don't try to debate me
I don't need your drugs, and I don't need your love
Cause it isn't for me, it's just for how I look
And I'm struggling lately, but you throw the book
And if I had the strength I'd been running amok
Every motherfucker in the game got a clique that they claim
Or a diss that be lame, kiss to the flame (lately)
Been driving me deranged, striving to be to insane
I don't know you, I don't wanna, so maybe you should (hate me)
I murk you in the back of a 7-eleven
I send you to heaven, I'm the decedent of reverends
I'm a severed lil menace, but I spit the confessions
Of a dangerous mind, I set illogical precedents
I don't really got a preference, I'm just chasing these presidents
Deadmen make good friends, you could try to be (better than)
Your predecessors, but I don't see nobody you're (better than)
So I extinguish your genius, I feel like then you'll be (better then)
And I can rise to challenge of becoming a master
To a generation raised and created by bastards
Infatuated with escapism, tryna get plastered
Pedal to the metal, it's about to go faster
I could explain in the variety of ways these days
That you lack in traits, lack in gait, and lack in motivation to thank
Ungrateful, disdainful, and lacksidaise
I laugh for days at the way you exaggerate
I don't contemplate, what's on my plate, I eat
Anything, that's in my face, it could even be
Meat from enemies I meet or seize
The means they need to meet the necessities
They require to keep themselves my adversaries
I'm mad, I'm scary, I'm a threat, I emasculate em
Masticating, jaw clenched, abashedly
I mash the leash, creating my masterpiece
I'm a bastard, please, I keep the peace like I keep a piece
Piece of your soul, what it means to me
When you cease to be I will cease to bleed
And we'll see who can be the least of decency