Troubled Mind

[Verse 1: Lunar C]
Acid tab under the eyelid
I'd rather dress like a dickhead and rhyme shit
Than have a ghostwriter or a stylist, I'm childish
Got a lot more in store like the website's shit
I will give up all these grimy bitches just to settle for a wife and kids
I know I'm lying, shit
Me and Danz shouldn't make it look as easy as this
Geniuses all up in a rapper's grill like VVSes
Beat ya senseless
Feel free to be offended
No fucks to give, I couldn't find one
Not evеn a dry hump
Treat the three holes in your bally likе a bowling ball
Poke both your fucking eyes out and make you choke and all
Left my baby mom to fuck an average whore
Eat the pussy with a plastic fork and sriracha sauce
Sniff the cocaine through a Singapore cane
You got a Ken doll's dick, I got a kendo stick
Lunar

[Hook: Lunar C]
Troubled mind, I never found solace
You rappers are iffy, you don't sound honest
I'll only take your girl if she's down for it
I just wanna bust, I'll go to town on it
Troubled mind, I never found solace
You rappers are iffy, you don't sound honest
I'll only take your girl if she's down for it
I just wanna bust, I'll go to town on it

[Verse 2: Stinkin Slumrock]

[Hook: Lunar C]
Troubled mind, I never found solace
You rappers are iffy, you don't sound honest
I'll only take your girl if she's down for it
I just wanna bust, I'll go to town on it
Troubled mind, I never found solace
You rappers are iffy, you don't sound honest
I'll only take your girl if she's down for it
I just wanna bust, I'll go to town on it

[Verse 3: Black Josh]
Troubled mind
And I must clutch this mic
But such is life
I'll break your neck, Busta Rhymes
Back your boy before he has a ruptured spine
Michael Myers butcher knife
Dump you in the countryside
Your girl likes asphyxiation, not when you choke on mic
The only time you'll hang with me is off a rope you climb
Listening to Brotha Lynch while I'm home and high
Return of the baby killer, tell her open wide
Raise the dead
Cutthroat, Razorhead
I moonwalk, retrace my steps
In the wrong place again
My [?] Sega gen
I've been living in your thoughts but I do not pay the rent
Four bars left, that's a kilo
And every line's that A1 perico
Paid in full (?)
Bitches sniffing round me like a beagle
It smells like what the rock's cooking is illegal