[Verse I: No Face]
who was the one that told me that I ain’t shit
told me I wouldn’t amount to shit since I was a kid
looking in the mirror just to see who it is
another fcking geek, pulling out hair to make it frizz
toe tag these bitches just to say their “it”
gotta fake chain on but i’ll still tuck it in
sunday through saturday you wanna talk bizz?
hoe shown she’s flexible after I hit a flip
I don’t understand the concept
these bitches just want sex ain’t it complex?
nah just the conflict, it all makes me sick, like the nic when I take too big of a hit
I don’t want another text saying “aye, at least your doing your best,” cause I already know my life’s a mess, i’ll confess
bust my—bust my head open
so no more delusions

[Verse II: Romeo da Hoe Slayer]
my, my, my all y’all are eyes on me
cause I took the rope now i’m hanging soul free
rather take a knife down my chest make a slice let my skeleton breathe, sleep—bleed n repeat
actually I haven’t slept in around 3 weeks
I don’t want the sleep I rather geek
feel a little pity that’s the human in me
blunt hanging from my lips as I decease
wrapping up this rap, gotta hand back
the half of a bag, just the two ounce but
we still smoke a sack
pack another pack, with the sap
and the dabs, snap back no hat
feeling so gone like I don’t know where i’m at
where im at, where im at?
I don’t really know
what I do know is that these bitches
stay in my lap, as I clap ass
i’m flicking ash, I don’t pass the gas hoe

Delusions[Prod. Hypnotize]

[Verse I: 19th Ward Soldier]
aliens came for abduction
destruction all in the neighborhood
ducking all of these dragons
I slay em and leave them in dungeons
like i’m blind hunting
son of gun these girls soul sucking
pour out your heart and they leave you like nothing
so why was you bluffing? when I was loving?
could of just told me you wasn’t ready to cuff yet
now I look in the mirror and i’m disgusted
couldn’t face the facts
might throw up my heart attack
while i’m fussing
pull down the blinds it was too sunny
getting high off of something, while I’m stuntin’ 
trying to make something out of my life but it all turnt to ash; practically nothing

[Verse II: Terra Pimp da III]
better own the fuck up
pussy boy
eating razor blades you ain’t
gotta choice
I hid your body in the Maserati
passenger no shotty
get the call “we got him”
look like Washington, George
aye
throw em in the pits
show em we don’t take shit
and if they gotta problem
come my way we solve it
fingers up like okay
i’ve been a skeleton way—before my grave
I rather burn to ash and fade away

Introvert [Prod. LpY]

[Verse I: Shadow $erpent]
Dead bouquet of roses
in the palms of my hand
all this drama, i’m the problem
I don’t even understand 
question my own existence
like why am I here?
6-foot pit, stone with my name;
is where I stand
take the bic, light the spliff
just to lay back
take a hit, then i’m next
just to relax
devil told me I can have anything
if I sell my soul
that shit just happens when you taking in too much smoke
the image of death
when I open up my eyes
in the morning waking up
when I try to rise n shine
hell is the under-earth;
it’s better than the real world
take me back home
cock the pistol; aim at my dome as ya

[Verse II: Louis Vuitton Umbrella]
I 
wanna fly
so high
touch the sky
i’m never coming back
goodbye—I fucking hate this life
I rather rot in the pits, while maggots
eat me from the inside
“alright—we get it boy you want to die
we’ll go ahead and cook your body for the feast 
tonight, wanna be cubed or diced? is medium rare fine? if not i’ll leave you on high”
now they asking if I’m feeling okay
I say “yea and i’m feeling great”
as I take the deagle that’s diamond plate, in no-one’s name
just to blow my brains right in yo face

Exclusive $Uicide [Prod. $UMMER$]

The glare from the light

[Verse I: Romeo da Dead Moo$hroom]
I can see the world in a different light
so that’s probably why
why I base it off my life
pull the trigger, as I wave goodbye
when your in trial
just tell em I wanted suicide; that was assisted
I was ready to die
they still charge you homicide
with the amount of personas I have, the charge should’ve been genocide
open up your eyes
i’ve tried and still can’t find a reason to be alive
sleep deprived but yet survived, got nothing to do, so I guess i’ll give the grim reaper a visit tonight

POLICE CHA$E

[Verse II: King Chanterelle XVII]
hop off da chopper
with da motherfucking choppa
blowing up helicopters
with a rocket launcher 
they saying that it’s torture 
who is you “reporter?”
the devil my cosponsor
so hot like i’m scorcher
taking hits off the reaper’s
blunt, call it R.I.P rips
motherfucker you better dip
unless you plan on getting hit
take a sip of bootlegger 
cause the blunt I ain’t even really feel
motherfucker talking shit
better watch how this pistol spits
aye
and i’m swerving in and outta lanes
when the coppa pulled me over
I gave him a warning mane
told him to be safe 
and have a good day
to be honest ion think 
I seen the same cop again

and it’s startin to rain
always in pain
why think i’m smoking—smoking on chronics mane?

The glare from the light/ POLICE CHA$E[Prod. YUNG GENOCIDE]

[Verse I: Kreepy da Killa]
run up all your money like we running in laps
scooby-doo his shit, I took off with his mask
run up on me boy, if you wanna get slapped
told ya boy once, now he gonna get the smack
smackdown 
let’s run it back now
hit the one-two combo 
made ya boy black out
talking all that shit just to get sat down
I know your next move boy ya better reroute 
heard a bang 
and then a pop
hold up lucky me 
my ass got shot
all these motherfuckers want me gone
guess there ain’t a difference between me and my ops
on second thought if there ain’t a difference, 
than i’m sure that they would’ve been equivalent
probably dosed up do you get the reference
suicidal mind, don’t ask why i’m vigilant

[Verse II: Indica]
hit a fckin backflip off the damn curb
lookin like I just got back to planet earth
cause i’m slurring my words, vomit on my T-shirt 
all of these hoes wanna flirt, til they see you in the dirt
“geek, you kinda fine” what these ladies blurt
half these ladies cursed, they overwork when they jerk, 
they need a lil thirst, then they eat me like dessert, while I give em what they deserve or just what they want really 
ladies all around make me dizzy
like zombies their so eerie
strippers on my jeans, no Billie
snow leopard coat cause it’s chilly
and i’m feeling so filthy
just kill me bury me under a city so that 
I can say I was buried under a wasteland that is worth three-hundred milly’

Getting lobotomized without knowing [Prod. YAKOV]

[Verse I: Sativa]
ima be honest 
with all ya motherfuckers
I rather jump off a cliff
hitting a back tucker
all ya fucking suckers
better listen for ya mother
she in my bed
i’m covering her mouth with the covers
yea,
but on some real shit
i’m that fucking greaseball kid
rocking on them jordan kicks
it don’t even match the fit
but I wear em like it is
for some reason bitches want my kids;
maybe just want dick
eerie nights it started raining
ain’t it so chilling?
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that shake the feeling
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that can be healing
look in the mirror; see the only
geek I wanna be killing

[Verse II: 19 Terror Ward]
mirror—mirror on the wall
who that ugly ass boy I saw
boy better fix his posture oh he leaning from snortin’ weed in his nostril, look like he on a call
creampie, more like coleslaw
she got wet before I take off draws
curving da pussy watch how I ball
fuck it pass for a layup call me LeBron
patiently waiting for the claim that my birth was a mistake ever since like two thousand seven fall
when will that get recalled?
leaning from eating the za
fuck her and leave her to crawl
she wanted to do a threebie with me and her bestie so “her” turn into “y’all”
ask her to meet at the mall then lead her to where I done parked
while she on break we fucked in the car
then put her back in the vault
she dropping it low like dropping some bombs, 
im spoiled—she give me anything I want,
all of these hoes still want me after their mad 
cause now their sad wearing a shawl

Cursed by my own reflection [Prod. bykhrxmx]

[Verse I: Romeo da Hoe Slayer]
told this lil hoe
to get down and lick my nuts
doing anything I want
then I beat a hoe
cause she getting crazy
and a little too attached 
might have to snap back
“i’ve got gasoline and a match”
she reply 
“whatchu gonna do with that”
“i don’t know maybe drink it to see if it will get me drunk
light a match” 
light a match to ignite gas
matching gas, when rolling fat
packing fat, guaranteed trap
don’t look past-don’t look past
if your looking back then you might get passed
then tell me how you gonna feel gassed and relaxed?
now your sad, cause you missed out
on the gas like you were 
protected with a mask 
bitches steady asking for my snap

[Verse II: $kull Cru$her]
just now waking up
and i’m ready to fucking go
mixing up the bottle
sipping while i’m smoking dope
now I start to feel the drugs 
kick in
think i’m rotating, my blood 
is thin
I ain’t even really feeling shit
I ain’t even really feeling shit, again
saying that while I got blue lips
now i’m on the street passed out, again
everyday i’m asking myself that same question 
why am I the one that these girls be obsessing
bitches want me to fuck up their digestive system
with no invitation, pause for intermission

No, but you can lick my nuts

[Intro: fckedupgeek]
yea, we back on some of that memphis shit
a lil somethin’-somethin’ for y’all
I know y’all been waiting on fckedupgeek
now hit it bitch

[Verse I: $carecrow]
fucking
blunts
smoking
hoes yo
you know, how all
this shit, goes hoe
hanging from da pole
looking like a $carecrow
look at the way I pose
while my eyes do a backroll
now the way i’m swerving lanes
seems like geek has gon’ insane
riding clean purple sedan
pimping 20 inch rims in japan
well hold up, halt stop
take the g-lock, watch my head pop
do I condone thots? I do not
bop, bop
bop, bop
drop it like it’s hot
hoes will say they love me
only when i’m showing cash
hoes just don’t know me
cause I know i’m really cashed

[Verse II: Lil Oozing]
yuh
I really got a problem with fucking on the blunts and smoking on the hoes
Lil Oozing takin rope just to tie round hoes throat while they give me throat, her face getting cold 
Lil Oozing feeling bold
fuckin with a hundred plus hoes
yea whatever floats your boat
row, row, row, now we rolling up the dope
just to get stoned, it’s just my medication tho
riding, pimping clean yuh
i’m lookin’ good
you looking like a fein
the way that ya shook
i’m in rotation then I told em
“yep I think i’m good i’ll pass”
next rotate I took a hit; asking
“how you gonna steal the gas”
looking like i’m in outer space
they saying “aren’t you good enough?”
im not good enough so nah mane
so go ahead let me hold the blunt

Fucking blunts and smoking hoes II

[Verse I: 19 Terror Ward]
every time i’m looking up in the mirror
im always hating the person that I see
just another motherfuckin’ geek
bitches asking me to reach their spleen
bitches ask me to play with their bean
telling these hoes they’re sex feins
if you want the d, then get off of your feet
get on to your knees, and beg like “please”
bitch
I fucking hate myself i’m screwed 
so what makes you think 
that I can love you?
bitch it’s nothing new
and I done thought you knew
since like the 7th grade
my soul has been all chewed
everybody call me the bomb
cause every time I drop another song
it’s blowing up, hoes get ready with oiled palms playin with my lip balm
i’m shooting off my head with an AR
that’s my next photo set for prom
now i’m looking up directions on how to
evacuate earth on heavensgate.com

[Verse II: Terra Pimp the III]
aye
did you realize
when I drove by
that I was real high
just to get by
with looking 
somewhat sober
5 blocks ahead
yea I got pulled over
officer man telling me some warning
but he telling me to drive careful
he ain’t realize I was high
on a whole nother’ level
yo are you seeing nothing and stars?
dude I think i’m in space
dude “you gotta be awake”
oh whoa
I just passed out
from being dehydrated
but i’m sweating i’m like “how?”
scratching at my head
while my body is in a drought 
sipping on my water
yea I think i’m good now

Zebra Stripes and Cheetah Prints

[Verse I: 19th Ward Lord]
as we arise, 
we can feel the fucking tide 
pulling back on our fucking spine
now it looks like I just died 
from getting a 3 charge felony 
for my suicide
but you know we never die 
yeah we never fucking cry
cause we got some demons on our side
smoking just to rise n shine
how ya think we ride to die?
my hoe is looking like Medusa
with them snake eyes
I don’t know maybe
maybe i’m just high
maybe im just fried
this good kush, 
kush got me looking like 
frankenstein
with them blank-blank
red eyes
while i’m breathing in all the fire
my lungs are made for blunts and barely getting tired, no surprise

[Verse II: 12 Gage Shawty]
a bunch of bustas talking shit
we brought the pump, and all the sticks
to show em we ain’t taking it
you know we gotta throw em in 
look
now yo buddies in the fucking pit
all dismantled in different garbage bags
and garbage bins
smack my head off the desk
snorting keef off the rug
smoking on that PB
yep that’s my type of drug
i’m riding clean smoking dope
i’m riding clean on the run
you talking all of that shit
having ammo no gun
look how this boy talk
he talking straight from his ass
let’s end-put to a stop
throw em right in the trash
shake him upside down
take off with the cash
oh now he acting so kind
make sure to keep on the mask

Cherry Red $yrup $wirl

[Verse I: Dead Zombie]
now I was just seventeen years old
and I still ain’t realize any potential that I might have
I just made beats and rap
I thought to myself 
this shit ain’t even that bad
but I think i’m just 
hyping myself up, mane
so i’m asking other people
for some opinions
they saying that my music 
is kinda heat mane
im putting ladies and gentlemen
on to my trashy trap
or that’s what my haters say
where my genre’s at
I gotta take the kush
and put it right back in the pack
so I can smokey-smoke it 
til it turns to ash
all of these hoes tell me
that oh Im so cute
but I know you telling all of 
these fuckbois otherwise
i’ve got the idea that
oh geek is so ugly
planted in my brain
at least i’m told no lie
all these hoes won’t
actually miss me
until I just finally
go and die
real shit here
i’m not trying to front
i’m trying to tell you how it is
then light this blunt
I gotta inhale
get the smoke in my lungs
let me pick up the gun
aim it at my head for fun
backflip off the monster truck
backflip for the photo stunt
it looks like geek is on the run
he got nothing but a blunt
now the crowd yelling
get that motherfucker 
get that motherfucker
get em, kill em



[Verse II: Roxy da Theory]
as im up, up, up on the motherfuckin 
guillotine, you know how we be
how we lean, when we smoking
plenty of weed, we gotta difference between you and me
plenty for me is when I smoke
until I pass out from falling asleep
plenty for you is when you smoking
after one hit off of the tall gb
aye, it’s just my preference
you ain’t gotta call me a fein
aye, another fckedupgeek
that wants to go out in a bang
look how dat boy got quiet
when I pull up in da tank
look how dat boy got dumb
and stuttering so he gotta double take
taking some seconds to think
some would call me insane
somebody come bury me in the sand
does anybody have an AK?
that is willing to come and rip off my face
adding some gunshot effects
leaving the bloody mess at the crime scene
you was too busy playing with pistols
so i’m fucking your bitch at some beach
-now i’m telling her that I gotta leave
she asking when’s the next time she can see me
cause she already missing me
I don’t really know, 
I said “it’s up to you hoe”
she said 
“then this weekend baby”
I said okay
just remember one thing-
you can’t be getting with me
thinking that I owe you everything
cause that’s not the reason you
should of got with me—just to use me?
bitch how the fuck is you living?
bitch you best be dipping, but you like it 
when i’m slipping my dick in 
just for you to feel with your tongue in your mouth
I don’t understand what the fuck you be on about
but you got that shit working now
aye bitch i’m bout to bounce
bounce off the couch I gotta go now
I can no longer lounge
I’ve been trying to figure myself out for around 4 to 5 years

Late night drive

[Verse I: $carecrow]
you know how we do this shit
everyday
bite the pin, then proceed to throw
grenades
everyday a reminder that im a waste
go and chop me up with your machete
waking up to sigh 
waking up to life
wishing I would die 
that ain’t no lie
plant poppy seeds 
on my grave tonight
to fantasize holding flowers
holding the forty five

[Verse II: Geek da Slump]
I just smoked a whole bag
gram and half of dope 
no one helped, so frontal lobe no more think it got stolen, bang a hoe then digging cats for another hole? 
whoa
aye
pour me up another mixing cup
i’m trying get litty drunk
fckedupgeek turn into fckedupslump
with da blunts, double cups, snorting purple nugs, looking like brain eating slugs, welp geeks outta luck, but who gives a fuck? I got dumped cause my dick was numb, talk about love being dumb, so i’m choosing drugs, ugh
fuck a dare I don’t give a fuck

Fotty-figh

[Verse I: Balenciaga Track Runners]
as the ravens are coming out tonight
we getting loaded up with da forty fives
middle fingers up when we riding by
these hoes so in love they give me throat until they cry
like what the fuck we do? with the rest of the crew? 
we gonna get the tool and then use it on you
we gonna get the tool and then use it on you
teach you lessons or a few, calling this shit my school
now i’m getting back on track
looking like I got that backpack full of work
bullet holes in my shirt
someone was pulling on the trigger
pulling trigger cause he clutch his finger
I was hitting blinkers

[Verse II: Terror’s Dragon V]
as i’m up up up, 
on the mother fucking weed
i’m beyond stars
and half way through galaxy’s
as i’m smoking on da motherfuckin blunts
gotta fill up my lungs, just to get up
I don’t got no hope, no frontal lobe from how much I smoke 
bracelets on my wrists 
costing only cents
and bitches loving it
wishing I would die again
why they even fuck with me?
when I am so ugly
all these girls so bubbly
they drugged me, to cuddle me
I don’t even know where i’m at
i’m tied up in another random bed
how long will this last?
I don’t know but hopefully i’ll end up dead

As the scarecrow hangs upside down

[Verse I: 3xHottBoyy]
wake up in the morning don’t know where i’m at
i’m up like a bat, got blood on my back
the moon fading black, i’m falling really fast
i’m falling really flat, looking like I passed
go ahead take the fucking mac, uzi or the gat
pull the trigger right back it’s automatic so it should just go rata ta-ta
my eyes roll back 
motherfuckers don’t even understand the struggle
not knowing the reason either so we huddle and cuddle our drugs, smoke it or hit it just to feel somethin’ I don’t just do it for the buzz 
but rather to feel numb to all of the pain—all of the past and all of the shame, so we smoke another blunt to fill up our lungs, but problems won’t go away

[Verse II: 3xDareBoyy]
it’s that motherfucking junkie
that’s been ready to die since like 
1994
that steady blasting phonk
hid my body in the trunk
hid my body with the coke
kill me leave me curb side slump
call that shit “curbside dump”
try n take my fucking ak
i’ll leave you blank face
with this stocked drac
shoot and break the plates
china white bae
hey I had a decent day
but rather go out in a bang
where’s the 12-gage?
no hot bitch but my head is exploding

Death is an essential part in life [Prod. Dead Retire]

[Verse I: $carecrow]
nine in my hand and i’m ready to go
$orrowmane, Shadow $erpent, nah it’s just $carecrow
bought the five pack just for sixty
bout to cop me sixty more
smoked out, loced out
knocked out laying on the floor
mixing up, double cup
I just call em slushies
filling lungs, hundred blunts
my kin out on fifty
681 304
going east west south norf
just to take the stone
out from the sword

[Verse II: 19th Ward Lord]
I hate who I was
and hate who i’ve became
I wake up everyday to look in the mirror
just to hate on my own face
wishing I would degrade or fade away
manifesting my life in the worst ways, okay?
world gone grey, sad to say, so i’m going to space and don’t plan on coming back
mentally clarity what I lack
and that’s a fact, why I smoked a sack
blunts rolled fat, cash neatly stacked
you was hitting lines in the cup while I drank acid through a flask
now they ask, if they can flash me while shaking ass, I said yea, just pass the gas
like you ain’t even gotta ask

WRUD

[Verse I: OJ MadDawg]
champagne got me looking both ways
after I hit the weed, 
crossed eyes cause i’m cross faded
I can barely see
blurry vision til I lay down
then i’m out til 3
get up just to get back down
like we on the creep
CeeMoney on his get back
had to flip a crack head
put em back to sleep
right back in bed
ain’t no funny business mane
I smoke a hundred blunts
you steady coughing mane
just after one
I don’t understand how people are attached to me, 
when i’m attacking me
it’s my conscious let it speak
I don’t understand why i’m fckedup
like fckedupgeek
I don’t even mean to tweak
shit i’ll just be

[Verse II: Moonshine Cherry]
watch me swerve out my lane
wearing all black, bitch I’m plain
tucking in the fake chains
change my name, cause I hate this fucking fame
but the fame got me game, and game is a net weight gain
aye, 
bitch whatchu gonna say?
yea we hotboxed, 
smoked out the whole trunk, 
looking like it blew up
yea we driving no top
damn near every day
I ask myself am I okay
even tho I already know
the answer to it mane
sphinx took a drink that was too hot
she dropped thinking that a body gone
wait until we cremate to the souls taste
i’m a waste just tame the flame
my brain contained in a box study why
i’m insane, 
my body rests in peace away in my grave

Lower your tone hoe

[Verse I: $orrowmane]
sometimes
sometimes I wish i’ve done more with my life but at the same time 
i’m just trying to get on by
so i’m always getting high
yea you know how we ride
a lot of motherfuckers hate on me
but ion really give a fuck,
just middle fingers to you, and middle fingers to the people who won’t just come up to me to confront 
lucky you, lucky me
if you really want peace from me
i’ll blow my head to smithereens
smoke a pack while you watch me decease
i’ll rest in peace
while ya lean back and sip on some gin
television in the background while I sit
my head is gone, my soul is gone
what went wrong? I see nothing but tv fizz

[Verse II: Roxy da Theory]
smoking on the resin why lungs and heart gon’ black, “so sad” what I hear but I tell em don’t feel bad, it’s nothing you should be worried bout keep going to where you was heading at, run laps, unless you wanna smoke wax
run into a tree going 33 its a car crash
when I was high I was thinking I was going fast, but I was blazed as fuck I couldn’t even react
watch how I pull up to the street light
ladies notice me when I didn’t want to be noticed, sayin “watchu doin tonight”
fuck I don’t know, she says “great, it’s a date i’ll meet you around 9”
hoe better pull up with cigarettes and some gin, 
so while I smoke shes giving me head, and i’ll drink until im dead, 
had sex in my death bed, blacked out and woke up to a sweat, 
ladies just wanna comfort me then, 
now they’re giving me keys to some benz, ladies whisper in my ear

A pack of cigarettes and some gin

[Verse I: Prince Chanterelle]
get this dope I smoke it up
just so I can feel a rush
looking like you bout to blush
hush, hush, i’m bout to hit the 
blunt
so you better listen up
cause i’m only saying once
and if you ain’t hear it the first, then your some fucking scum
demons crawling out from my mouth
every time I throw up
swirling ice in my red drink
double cupped, call it royal 
flush
back at the dumps
filling up my lungs, with da blunt
just so I can go back slump 
no duh

[Verse II: Suicidaire le jeune Écuyer]
if you say nothing
nothing will be heard
a lot of people who won’t heal
from being hurt
lack of trust, lack of love
for myself and others
lotta fake phony “real shit”
I was smothered in the suffer
speaking in tongues, cause I am so high, I started mumbling, feeling so dumb
wish I could run, from the voices speaking in my mind telling me to jump, what have I done?
so I hit the blunt til i’m numb like im off rum, so gone still filling up my lungs
I don’t give a fuck, I rather die cunt
ash blunt on hoes ass with no front

Lotta missed calls

[Verse I: Lil Blade]
silent night
i’m creeping up with no light
waking up to get high
so no urge to die
no lie 
if I lift up my lids I got 
red eyes
gotta take a piss i’m feeling like a 
dead guy
yea you know how it is i’m feeling
not right
double cup up my fizz
and then I black out
shit it is what it is
i’m like what now
but i’m not bout to flip
i’m just like oh wow
as float to abyss
smoking up da crowd
smoking to this shit

[Verse II: $nowmane]
I think ima take a walk
and I don’t know when i’ll be back
going out in red plaid, to smoke a sack
if your coming I got one packed
I don’t like to talk
because i’m not all, about that
antisocial behavior but if you ask other
people they’ll say that i’m raid
patiently waiting for the day my heart beat
decides to finally stop
so I hit the dabs taking globs
then proceed to cough
until I think i’m done
now young sno on the run
from the huns, like what the fuck?
they want me when I don’t even want myself, I got bad lungs but proceed to hit the blunt

Recovering…

Lyric Video
https://youtu.be/l6AJ4e_iW7E?feature=shared

[Verse I: WHITERXBBIT]
pistol to my head but
I know that they too pussy to shoot
cause if they wasn’t then
I would’ve already heard the boom

to be honest pull the trigger
I don’t give a fuck
my life could’ve been bigger
but I guess that my luck is up

ticky tocky
ran out of time on the clocky
thuggies just now getting out of huggies
pull em up on the blocky with the glocky
wheelie the Kawasaki
I got milfs as mommies
eating me like some salami
ringing the walkie-talkie
feeling cocky

tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?

ima run down your street
and yell that I don’t give a fuck
ima run down your street
and yell that I don’t give a fuck

stomped out, loced out
can’t tell where i’m going
smoked out, rolled out
like licking up the joint
long story short
cause I get straight to the point
get too high
where I don’t know what i’m doing



[Hook I: WHITERXBBIT]
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?

ima run down your street
and yell that I don’t give a fuck
ima run down your street
and yell that I don’t give a fuck



[Verse II: BLACKCOBRA]
motherfucker better
bring the stuff or it’s up
better not sell the bag
cause then we’re completely fucked

im drifting sideways
when i’m parking the whip
i’m flipping sideways
like I knew how to trick

big bang to my brain
now I don’t remember names
but I recognized your face
I remembered that your lame
I was just playing my music
and pussy on the bitch came
now I got her in my lap
cause I told her that I get paid

bitch we is not cool
stay the fuck away
bitch we is not cool
stay the fuck away

just another fckedupgeek
lips squeezing on the blunt
just another fckedupgeek
lips squeezing on the blunt

hoe shaking ass
like we gonna party all weekend 
every single day in the week
I always be geeking
i’m not tweaking but the weed got me leaning after days of feining
girlys in my room saying they want some
F U and N



[Hook II: BLACKCOBRA]
bitch we is not cool
stay the fuck away
bitch we is not cool
stay the fuck away

just another fckedupgeek
lips squeezing on the blunt
just another fckedupgeek
lips squeezing on the blunt



[Outro: WHITERXBBIT]
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?
tell me whatchu gonna do?
tell me whatchu gonna say?

ima run down your street
and yell that I don’t give a fuck

tell me whatchu gonna say-gonna say

give a fuck-give a fuck, fuck-fuck

tell me whatchu gonna say-gonna say, gonna say

give a fuck-give a fuck, fuck-fuck



[Outro: BLACKCOBRA]
bitch we is not cool
stay the fuck away
stay the fuck-fuck away
stay the fuck-fuck away

just another fckedupgeek
lips squeezing on the blunt

stay the fuck-fuck away
stay the fuck-fuck away

ROADKILL[Prod. RUBY DREDD]

[Verse I: Loser Boy]
rocks in my in socks
like i’m trying drown
woodchuck on my knuckle
from charlie brown
look around tell me
do you see the face
if not it’s probably cause
i’m off an eighth
or maybe i’m just fucking crazy
screwing skulls
to the hood of my hearse
to show you what a motherfucking
savage worth
I ain’t nothing, 
not even a grain of fucking dirt
dirt at least got rich soil
formalde got me dripping oil
eyes bouncing back and forth
got me feeling dizzy
mouth salivating like I got rabies
getting really fizzy
she really wanting to have
all of my babies
but I really ain’t nothing
nothing for the dating, hoe


[Verse II: Romeo da Dead Moo$hroom]
ringing bells when i’m walking
off the plank, I smell like dank
falling from a height I can’t comprehend in my brain so my head went completely blank
I can never trust anybody anymore because every time I do I get shanked
everybody plastic, everybody fake
everybody the same just different paint
the world need to change
yes for the better not for the lesser
but my lighters and bowls can stay
up on top of my dresser,
pulling crowns no denture lotta money just lying around, like it’s in my room to lounge, til the sun is down then bounce in and out,
like I was some cashier 
ladies showing off like if they’re some flashers, smash and pass her
she ain’t know I could go faster
until I asked her then unmasked her
flip da bitch make her do flips and the splits, oh shit, didn’t know she could do this 
had to make it fit, it was just a slit
and this bitch begging for the six
so now I got her in my lap calling me her master

Betrayed

[Verse I: $crooge the Lameo]
drifting to abyss
in this endless toxic
right after I vomit
lots of drugs and shit
woke up in an empty pit
probably dosed up
on something
weed all mixed up
in narcotics 
cyanide margarita
chase it with the nic
faces everywhere I look
every time I turn my head
everyday pleading death
that’s my final wish

[Verse II: Virco de Voodoo Witch]
waking up and seeing demons 
scattered all throughout my room
trying to blink and make em go away
surely haven’t yet met my doom
I haven’t seen the sun since summer
what makes you think I can bloom?
i’ll be gone for the winter and don’t 
plan to be back 
anytime soon
and when im gone just look up at the moon
for when your lost or ever confused
i’ll be there to guide you
i’ll be there to find you
i’ll be there to find you

Edvard Munch(The guy who painted the scream)

[Verse I: $carecrow]
jumping off of skyscrapers 
I ain’t talking icebreakers
lookin for a nice razor
hands are getting slippery
I ain’t ask for no pictures
I hate when the light flickers
give me ice and a mixer
brewing like some witchery
on my own like a rebel
on another level
found a place I can settle
gamble all my pebbles
lots and lots of scribbles
why weasels trying to nibble
i’m wearing clankin metal
the Jordan’s to the pedal
i’m looking all around
I think I turned into a ghost
people are unfound
of me when they approach 
ain’t no fuckin sound
when lookin for scarecrow
you’ll be posted bound
when it comes to cut throat
gotta lotta fuck ups that
are lessons that i’ve learned
gotta know when to shut up
and to listen to the words
but don’t turn into a sheep
don’t become the herd
wake up from your dream
and look up at the world
but it’s cool cause you
know we gonna cruise by
and say hey, it’s life so
why whine?
“everything is alright,
everything is fine”
when people ask how i’m doing
its usually a lie
look at how I drift in
look at how I park
the lighter I keep flicking
but it won’t spark
key in ignition 
but it won’t start
giving death permission
to rip out my heart

[Verse II: Nother Problem]
chuckin the blunt, roll up the stuff
til we come to a done
while a bitch suckin a cunt
im fuckin her lips in the front
now shes speechless
waiting for the end of the stunt
rotate so my dog
up in her buns, til I heard a grunt
but I dont nut, dont want none,
dont want none of that baby stuff, absolutely not
smoking pot
can you not? I’m eating on a bagel
looking like the opposite of
a fucking angel 
rather fuck a hoe then 
rest in peace until its fatal
dying been on mind
like it was stapled
roll the dice then ask myself
like am I gonna die?
get so fried then ask myself
like how did I get so high?
don’t really remember what all happened 
last night, maybe a drink too many, I was upstairs with someone’s shawty fucking up their spine
bitch i’m one of a kind that you’ll find
but you’ll never find in another lifetime
my life outta time
might turn into a mime
cause nobody listens half the times
when i’m just speaking, no rhymes
but it’s alright
catch me on the flip side
like I was on the ringer
talking shit while you hide
behind a fuckin printer
shawty is too fine
might take her out to dinner
can’t see not one light
the world is getting dimmer
my face isn’t as pretty
how you first remembered
if I shave or cut my hair
I still won’t look familiar
put my body in a bag
floating peacefully down
a slow red running river
and tell em I won’t be back after winter

Sum shit to bump(i made the beat 2)

[Verse I: Dead Rose]
looking out the window
with the blunt in my mouth 
let me flick ash
nope I don’t need cash
dope yep I need that 
comfort getting shallow
lay my head just a quick nap
trying to relax
before I relapse
driving solo, so no hope
i’m a dead rose, probably wearing polo
getting cold but no where near the north pole, bluffing til you fold, oh feeling bold?
then i’m betting in a whole, yo
got nothing in my life really figured out
just making lotta sound, while smoking lotta loud, put the pistol in my mouth, trying to blow my brains out, aiming higher than the fucking clouds
patiently waiting for death that’s been awaiting for my soul that’s been degrading
slow, fading constantly breaking, need a hoe, chest pains; heart always aching—no
baking when i’m waking, dope
fake accounts, on instagram i’m seeing doppelgängers acting like me
aye it’s clout, I won’t worry bout
cause people wanna be like geek
reality, we’re all stuck on a grain of sand at the beach, floating ‘round on a rock through galaxies, nothing balancing, now rerouting 
my route, burry me more than 6 feet so I don’t climb out

[Verse II: Lil Grim]
roll the dice
roll em twice
see if I get 
snake eyes
getting high
all the time
too wasted
time is wasted
chasing money
spending money
it’s a bad habit
now i’m drinking
like a maggot
in my casket
I don’t got anymore talent
hair cut
now i’m in the corner desk; slumped
wake me up
when wastelands vii gets dropped
probably see what a millionaire doing
once I turn into a ghost
probably won’t even really care
once I turn into a ghost
burn me to an ash
take the ash and 
divide it into eighths
put me in the blunt
so I can get high
one last time
i’m feeling great
i’m feeling baked
i’m flying sky high
flying sky high

I’M NOT EVEN A FAN OF MYSELF[Prod. Yung $loth]

[Verse I: Forgotten Memories]
waking misery 
plenty reasons im not at the phone
leave yo message at the tone
so alone, I don’t own a home
turn off the light
light the blunt so this room will glow “oh no”
is what they said once I turnt into a ghost, hoe
dollar sign
eighty six bitch
rather be dragged
through a ditch
I can’t see shit
mud in my eyes
drop me in the pit
hang me from the crucifix
until I rise
otherwise I get what I wanted
and met my demise
oh lord oh lord
I plead and I cry
hoping one day 
that i’ll die
I try and shake off the feeling
but instead my head don’t listen
wishing my own down fall
like a mission
now i’m twitching
lotta people switching up
so I light the blunt(real shit)
hopefully my feelings go numb
oh well, you know what
load the fucking gun
paint the wall
with my blood
asking myself
why these hoes always missing me
always hit me up, i’m not answering
so I get a text said “your killing me”

[Verse II: Unfamiliar]
on a downward slope
how do I cope? inhaling the dope
you know
I coast so slow
until my boat 
don’t want to float
get back up like yo-yo
i’m back on the flow
i’m packing the bowl
fake ice on my hands
like i’m packing the snow
i’m lacking the talents
but proceeding like the light is telling me to go
I can’t see very far
into my future
I don’t see the light
but beggars can’t be choosers
what a fucking geek
yea what a fucking loser
starting off little
then turn into abuser
plan to wake up early
then hitting on the snoozer
ladies all over me
but I ain’t no seducer 
living life like 
if it was on computer
living life
still ain’t getting any smoother
I can’t see very far
into my future
I don’t see the light
but beggars can’t be choosers
what a fucking geek
yea what a fucking loser
starting off little
then turn into abuser

NOTHING LASTS FOREVER[Prod. SPHYNX]

[Verse I: Virco de Voodoo Witch]
in, up, and,
over my head
depression a dread
think I need to rest
cozy up in my bed
still wishing I was dead
pop the lead in my dome,
take me back where I belong
smoking my dope cause I know that it’s strong, gatekeeping the plug
bout to roll me a blunt
sip up from the cup
double up so it keeps the drink cold
wake up and it’s 6:37
get up just to smoke resin
deafened by your obsession 
button pressin, learn your lesson 
geek ain’t confessing the message cause it’s you who, should be cleaning the mess since you made the discretion,
pull ladies finessing
while staying hidden in the moon’s crescent 

[Verse II: Salems 13th Witch]
hating on my own game
that I made, geek you lame
i’m bout to flip flop
which means your gonna have to 
close shop
for the day
what’s up mane?
same thing 
always in mental pain
hoping it’s my last day
f-c-k-e-d-u-p-g double e-k 
(fckedupgeek)
what’s the move mane?
my sister cut my lion mane
now look more like a leopard 
but my mental state ain’t 
getting any better

WHO IS THERE TO FEED THE FIRE IF NO ONE IS THERE[Prod. alexmilano]

[Verse I: Balenciaga Track Runners]
digging up some pits
just to jump down in
I don’t give a fuck I rather smoke my blunt all alone
what the fuck you know?
I got a thousand problems
and not a hoe one
hit the bong and now i’m gone
turn into a ghost
like I evaporated
all of these fckedup hoes
keep saying geek is underrated
I don’t believe a single word
that they be saying
cause I know half the time
it’s a joke like they be playin

[Verse II: Spooky da Scary]
terrifying thoughts
creeping in my mind
I don’t think i’ll make it
to age thirty-five
slam your foot to the petal
petal to the metal, let’s settle
for something, sell instrumental
whistle no kettle, escape the kennel
geek got chills, asking who brought pills, shrooms make me chill, pick some off the hill, bring them back eat em like a meal
sell em sealed, done deal, then asking myself how you feel?
well, my sneakers dusty
speakers busted, but I cleaned them up, said i’m done, so rolled the blunt
then was coughing up my lungs

FILLING THE EMPTY VOID FOR SIXTY BUCKS A MONTH[Prod. NetuH]

[Verse I: Yung Fck]
body slaughtered
holy water
burning out 
my eyes
who’s the father?
go and ponder
instead you
getting high
dope in my lungs
lungs dripping residue
smoke another blunt
bud shine like morning dew
what’s the move
like what we doing today, mane?
room spinning all around
like some helicopter blades
stir the pot
but we ain’t talking about cooking
take the spot
when you think that nobody looking

[Verse II: Lil Plain]
London bridge is falling down
now I’m packing luggage
they siked me out like I was Charlie Brown
so I’m burning bridges down
geek look like he dropped his crown
so now without, he looking like a fucking clown
that smokes that loud producing sound
zebra stripes and cheetah prints
on my shoes that I customized
ladies keep on staring me down 
as I’m just cruising by
I can tell that she want me
by the look in her eyes
what the hell, trying to tell
me that I get too high

CRA$H LANDING[Prod. error.mp3]

[Verse I: Jason’s Machete]
welcome me
I came to change the game
Jason’s Machete changed the flow
well what’s that for?
hanging from extension cord
stone stabbed with a sword
they said they swore
to never let me down
now i’m stuck on the floor
ever since I shot myself with da .44
no answer to the door, probably think i’m in bed; out snoring, 
peppercorn just to add a touch of that spice, late at night thinking crazy thoughts in my mind, almost cry but instead I get high
all the time, why I’m squinting my eyes? “i’m tired”
time flys by quicker than you know it
so the time that your in you gotta own it
slowly smoking, dope i’m owning
lotta clones that i’m not cloning 



[Verse II: Krueger’s Claws]
West V
where we be
hanging out the hummer
when you 
think we in the trees
look at me
i’m smoking all the weed you feign 
indica, sour diesel 
pussy breath, hybrid mix
bud is shining like diamond
when you touch it sticks
roll a fat blunt
i’m trying to get high today
dope in my lungs
then we sit back chillaxing mane
water is my drink
cottonmouth in my eyes
I can barely blink
lay in bed I start to fly

ALL I HAVE LEFT TO SHOW FOR[Prod. Dead Retire]

[Hook: Nother Problem]
yea I gotta lotta problems probably why i’m at the bottom

[Verse I: Nother Problem]
geek gotta lotta problems
but he ain’t got the patience
to wait that long, so we solve it with alcohol
then head into the mall
just to cash in the money we got from working then we spend it all 
on dope, cheap clothes, 
and paint to spray on
walk in, we the pimps of the century
your hands blistering, yet telling me i’m history, ain’t that a mystery? my chains glittering, flickering in the light when it shines
one of kind, these bitches say their all mine
but i’m fine I rather die, from explosive mines, then say that my life flew by
“oh, how time flies”

[Hook: Nother Problem]
yea I gotta lotta problems probably why i’m at the bottom

[Verse II: Bad Habit]
wait until I get in the pit
that’s a six foot drop
lotta bad habits
that I probably won’t stop
go and hop in
bitch we gonna flodge
dodge cops
then we splitting the spliff
and take the tobacco right out
mane i’m seeing faces in my room
when it’s lights out
im seeing demons every-time that I
leave the house
people say that it’s the za
and to lay the weed down
I don’t listen cause in my head
all I hear is laughing clowns

[Hook: Nother Problem]
yea I gotta lotta problems probably why i’m at the bottom

ALWAYS RUNNING FROM MY PROBLEMS[Prod. CURTES]

[Hook: Yung Blunt]
Bitches saying Im getting too high

[Verse I: Yung Blunt]
bitches saying i’m getting too high
too fried, light the fucking blunt
we gonna hotbox til it’s smoke out
the trunk tonight
go and put the top down
on this convertible 
trying to plot your mistakes on me
but the table ain’t turnable
Yung blunt, what a stunt
hit a backflip then a front
grunt cause me ladies wanna suck
on my nuts with their buns
she quick to do the splits
then take a hit of the spliff
bitch hand me back the blunt
i’m trying to get higher filling up my lungs

[Hook: Yung Blunt]
Bitches saying Im getting too high

[Verse II: Lil Nose Bleed]
Lil Nose bleed
in da fucking cut
just to fuck it up
double up my cup
so what if I’m getting too high?
you gotta problem
well I can solve it
I think your jealous, just hit the blunt
yung junt
yung chump, yung bum
what the fuck?
aim the uzi at my face
and squeeze the trigger
i’m not your figure
but the leader
of dollar sign
eighty-six
whatchu know about the clique, hoe

[Hook: Yung Blunt]
Bitches saying Im getting too high

HOTBOXED 2.0[Prod. Hypnotize]

[Verse I: West $ide Playa]
swing around the pistol gripper
call it face ripper, soul eating
mary jane trying to be the soul reaper
give you creeper which is blowing up at your face, pulled black jack with the king, queen, and an ace
running in too many laps
smoked the gas to relax
now i’m up like a bat
mane I thought I got some
of that indica
what the fuck—you tell em just to run it up?
sliding in on this beat
like i’m skiing on ice
shawty give me head
while i’m munching chicken and rice
5 EP’s in 5 weeks
what is called a grind
Ima ride mainly waiting
for the part where I die

[Verse II: Yung Mutt]
slicing dicing motherfuckers
like im Yung Slice with katana
in the flesh, full moon rise
smoking marijuana, watching waves tide
got my laces tied, like can you even tie a tie? don’t worry cause soon i’ll die
smoke that green crack
“cause I hurt my back”
what I said then I gave them cash
then I got a fat stack, of that stuff you don’t want growing in your grass
in a sack, watch me consume all of it and fall completely flat
airpods with my hood up
yep i’m completely set
HXSHXR made the beat
I came to finish with a rap
ladies listening to me
just to shake their ass
they wanted clapped
asking me like “Geek when you coming back?”

BACKFIRE[Prod. HXSHXR]

[Verse I: Lover Boy]
so many fuck ups that are lessons that i’ve learned
and I’ve come to return to the center of the earth
look at how tables turned, geek spoke his final words
saying “please don’t drop a tear once I hit the dirt”
“so absurd”
is what their telling me but upset over my deceasing body, ain’t that just too much work?
really was nothing special, got no flower pedals, i’m the real definition of half a penny worth
when the day comes
you’ll be so ashamed
so ashamed
turn into a ghost
claim it won’t be the same
be the same
it’s time to go
don’t remind my name
remind my name
I hate this hole
but let me rest in peace anyway
in my grave

[Verse II: Dead Dandelion]
where do we go from here?
I think i’m lost, watch as moss, forms over my body
don’t watch the clock
cause your wasting your time
by watching your time go by
each tickety-tok
a moment is lost
I don’t want the tears
to flood my death hut
I rather y’all make something up
cause i’m nothing, no buts
my grave with my body stuffed
cause my body is completely done
shut down for the rest of eternity
I’ll haunt you just you wait and see
everyday, was waking up with
the urge to die
now finally made it to the 
end of my life
“im fine” is what I said but that 
was a lie
I try, not to shed tears by the end of the night
“so why” is what’s repeating in my head all the time
suicide, I hate that line, marinating in my mind
I almost cry, but instead i’m always getting high, it helps me chill out and reboots my eyes

Leave the flowers you brought by my tombstone

[Verse I: Loser Boy]
waiting for the end—I always been like it was a trend
the rules are bent
watch these tires spin
I die again, my music
the only evidence of me existing
and the only thing I be spitting
is how I wish I never existed
they calling it bunny hops when I be flipping
i’m calling up the KFC when I want the chicken
quit your whining, quit your bitching
“you want some to cry about? then better listen”
telling me to pay attention, on your bull-shitin’
(what the fuck?)
I don’t even got enough time tho
you can check the clock—check it ain’t broke
when I die don’t cry on your new clothes
cause it’s life, it’s just my time to go

[Verse II: Bouquet of Razor Blades]
what do you do if you get a knock on your door
and its a bouquet of roses waiting on your porch
and then ya question yourself “like who are these for?
cause I don’t recall anybody loving me before.”
life can be a stress—yes
but you gotta clear your path through the mess, finesse yourself to be the best
this the real test—to get the blue check
blue bands on my dollars mane
what the fuck, now i’m calling in my bet
saying bet, cause I know 
im bout to rest
hopefully in peace
saying peace to these bitches
cause most of em snitches
and all of y’all hating keep hating
cause I ain’t changing
watch me swing my fake chains so they stay dangling

On this empty road

[Verse I: Yung Flame]
Blunt in my mouth
inhale it from the back and light the front
anybody wanna match my stunt
get stunned from the one legged standing tuck
now I gotta get up, just to show these chumps, what’s up, pick up the phone and i’m like “wassup?”
nothing much
honey oats a bunch
hoe sucked it up
flip around nut in her butt
out from da kut
Yung Flame outta luck
Yung Flame want love
but bitches fuck it up
my heart spilt the cup
my heart split the cut
everybody still waiting for me to shut up
while i’m still waiting for my come up
if not i’ll probably get hung up
fucking some girl in the bum, like a slut
til she cum on my dick or some
you just now learning how to do this
welcome to the renaissance
almost threw up the jell-o shot that was blue reminded me of dawn
I don’t have a valentine so I guess it’s time to hit the bong
it don’t really matter the day cause we always resemble Cheech and Chong

[Verse II: Mr. Nice Guy]
can’t relate
to relations
i’m always
self hating
I wish I would
fade away some day
at the beach
to blow my brains
merging with the sand
when the waves clash
bitches want their 
skulls smashed
with my dick 
in their throat
acting like it was 
made of gold
it was so good
it made her choke
i’m not the type
to stick and poke
then we rolled
smo-smoked
then I took her
on back home
it’s been a while since I posted
on the gram
125 followers you could call em
lambs
you can survey bunch of people
they won’t know who I am
lotta people won’t and most
won’t give a damn
nobody recognizes me
like who I am
lotta people won’t and most
won’t give a damn

Hoe $onata

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[just another geek]
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