Produced by - Doomsday

Lyrics:
Hey Austin, I make your autism look awesome
Ha, ha, ha, scaredy-cat
You talk about if you've had the chance
But you blow everyone you've had
What's funny to me is you always yap
Stuck in a trap, forget the past

That's why every girl you talk to leaves you; shit is just sad
Even your best friend doesn't understand
You're gonna die alone; hate to ruin your plans
Wah, wah, (really?) No one wants to date someone that raps
Austin ain't a man; remember you wanna be “Stan”

All of your friends talk about it behind your back; “There's no way Austin will make it in rap"
I agree, he's coming up short and flat
Might as well get on those pills again and call it 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦

Bashed, like them pumpkins smashed
Giving baby boomers heart attacks
I'm all of your bad habits in one batch
Call me Nicotyne, 'cause like a latch
I got you all attached to my craft

Close the hatch; this is crack, you're all my addicts
Whoever had my back probably stabbed it
Now Snapchat it: “Oh look, it's B-Rabbit"
I act out as a savage to extract my attack

Revenge stripped with a pen, avenged
Slashing Lizzie Borden with an axe
Jack the Ripper's match, gash
Look at the gap; who's keeping tabs?

Subtract, add, detract
They say once you go Black, you never turn back
W-where do you think our soul is headed at?
Mom said if we quit rap, she'd kick our ass
Use each word as a bullet with extended mags
Our use of poetry and rhymes are similar to a gat
You can't think outside the box of an addict
Austin doesn't really want the static

He's a hopeless romantic
I'm combative, in fact compacted
You probably need a schematic
People say you're a bit dramatic

Lashin' out back at it, the last of the hash
I'm a bookworm; I gotta learn fast
Book and street smart combined for each task
Fucking with me's like pickin' a scab

Scars or worse, I keep comin' back
Backtrack somethin' you can't even scratch
You need a hazmat mask or a chemical to react
I'm a brainiac, maniac

They like you better when you are sad
I bet I drive you mad
Good, I'm glad
Keep the foot on the gas, no brake pads

I have expansion packs, expandin' through all of the lands
My book of rhymes doesn't fit in a bag
I'm feelin' a thousand; call me a grand
Where do I stand?
Banned, shit-canned?
Austin's the bitch of the band
Get the cam; you're a sociopath

Selfish, no wonder everyone leaves your ass; you're helpless
You deserve what's comin, nevertheless
Narcissist or pessimist? (At least not a misogynist)
Karma was on your side until I bought the bid

Say farewell; life isn't fair, well, no one gives a shit (fuck you!)
I struggled, wasn't myself for years, and nobody noticed it
You literally sound like a bitch
Get a grip; Nicotyne makes Austin coexist

Without me, no one would know what you did
Now you want a relationship, a family man with a plan
Wife and some kids (this guy), so you can get pussy-whipped
Who was there for you when you were a kid? (Shut it!)
You couldn't buzz me if you were only the nic
You mean like a haircut?
No, you just nicked
Barely grazed me and missed
You said, “Forget the past"
Find someone better to diss
I'm a product of Slim

Yeah, but you'll never be him
Everyone was right about you (suck my dick!)
It's too small, though, isn't it?

Short prick, holding grudges
Disgruntled with terrible judgment (what?)
Unbearable to witness, reluctant, repugnant

Fucking disgusting
Discuss it like our concussion (no wait!)
From Dillan Constant
Austin's unresponsive

Introverted with a quiet demeanor
Quite weird (quit talking!)
I know all of your insecurities

Let's make it clear
Austin's a puppeteer
The biggest pussy in here
You live off of greed, not a single tear

You need a threesome for a musketeer
Too blind to fish the sea, missing shots with fear
I'm cooking my biggest hater, yet sins seared
I'm your biggest enemy

You can't get rid of me
I'm with you mentally (schizo)
Remember being a team?
No, you used me as a teen
You need Nicotyne

NO SPACE

Days Of Future Past

Austin

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