Sarapin (prod. pis.i)

(Alright doode, I'm about tired of this already I done walked outside and yelled at some fucking kids cause they throwing shit at my house, and my mic is picking it up, so I better get this shit right now.)

Back at it
Like a crack attic
Erratic Vatic
Thematical
Rap fanatic
Schismatic
Phatic
Linguatic
A drug indulging
Endorphin absorbing addict
Only here to reap some havoc
Your esophagus I grab it
Then I slit it
This emphatic
That’s the tactic
Of a Schizophrenic
Fucking up basilisk bitches
Definition of a bastard
He a shitty shady shiesty shuckled shabby
Little rapper
That’s too stressed about his feeling
Yeah he dapper
But dilapidated
Running through his city
Leaving all these rappers aggravated
And not mention he be
Rapping fucking circles round you jokers
Make you loopy as that Toucan
Off them boxes of fruit
You could swear that he an asthmatic
Attic who’s only Tactic havoc
Impeach your precedents
Only peace in the streets be the deadliest
I'm that desolate
Motherfucker that’s closing the deficit
Eat my excrement
I use to be benevolent
But now I'm fucking harder
Than a dyke mixed with sediment
Manic depression
Is taking over my body I’m stressing
I blow the sess
While I’m cocking a Smith and Wesson
No question
Teach these demons a lesson
Cause as of late they been yaping
So I’ve been drowning in yak
Anyways I’ll blow my motherfucking brains
And paint the ceiling cerise
Cause this feeling of saudade
Got me swallowing sarapin
While wallow in sorrow
You see these bullets they hollow
I’m finna put’em through my brain
So I don’t worry tomorrow
(aye)
You see these bullets they hollow
Finna put’em through my brain
So I don’t worry tomorrow
Only way to seize the pain
I can’t live with the sorrow
(yuh,yuh)
(aye)
(aye)