my attempt at some more aggressive rap

lyrics:
(Intro)
Goodness is choosen...
When a man cannot choose,
He ceases to be a man

(Yeah yeah yeah, uh)

(chorus)
Be a man, know I can
Crush another fucking xan
Fuck your bitch, yes I can
In my Chrysler minivan

Pull on her hair, spit in her mouth
Don't give a shit, I ain't pullin out
She won't have my kid, there's not a doubt
Fuck an abortion I'll kill her myself

(verse)
Serving all these meds got me feelin like a doctor
I'm totin on the metal, watch you sweatin like a proctor
hoe wanna fuck, I'm like no one makes me softer
So I take her ratchet ass to the curb and I stomped her

Off white my sneaker, versace tee shirt
Pass me the bottle I can chug a liter
That girl an eater, she say her knees hurt
Tell her shut the fuck up I'm about to feed her

I really don't belong, I am feral
Feel like donkey kong, with the big ass barrel
Always keep a gun for when I'm in peril
You won't get to run, blood on my apparel

Fucking hate what I see so I smash the mirror
Dripped blood in my lean and it made it clearer
Speedin to a cliff and I'm getting nearer
Got your daughter in the trunk, listen, can you hear her? (can you hear her?)

(chorus)
Be a man, know I can
Crush another fucking xan
Fuck your bitch, yes I can
In my Chrysler minivan

Pull on her hair, spit in her mouth
Don't give a shit, I ain't pullin out
She won't have my kid, there's not a doubt
Fuck an abortion I'll kill her myself

Feral

int main( )  {
    if (existence == pain)  {
      cout<<michelinstarlyrics.txt<<endl;
    }
    else  {
      cout<<"fuck off"<<endl;
    }
}

Yeah... 

Uh, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, uh 

She always come around asking where the drugs at 
I always keep a couple options in my drug sack 
Knowing you ain't got no money, I don't want that 
Just come and put that pussy right where my tounge at 

.40 in my rucksack, aim it at your nutsack
Never changin, fuck that. Ballin' since a rugrat 
Switchblade in the sock that ends up in your stomach
Never catch me stuck lack- in, I get your guts slashed 

Fuuuuucckk
Fuck you 
Put the barrel to your front tooth 
Hit ya and I'll reprogram your system like Ubuntu 
Your girl just hit my dm, like a penguin I will slide thru 
Fuck a condom, carpe diem even though that I don't trust you 

Keep a cinnamon stick, dump a clip in him quick 
Carcinogen shit, rip a hit of that spliff 
Want a dickening, bitch? Are you thicker than shit? 
I'm a star, so eat it like Michelin, bitch 

I try to put on a happy face 
In my mind it ain't a happy place 
I think that maybe these pills were laced 
I'm pretty sure that these pills were laced 

I try to put on a happy face 
In my mind it ain't a happy place 
I'm pretty sure that these xans are fake 
Only pop four just to be safe 

She treat me like royalty, Buckingham palace 
Sucking damn phallus 
Come in her mouth let her drink from my chalice
Then I put her pussy all on my pallet, up on my pallet 

I'm killing my liver, I'm fucking my kidneys 
I'm hearing her say, "please put kids in me"
Ain't gonna bust, I took too much addy (60?)
But I still like it when she call me daddy 

I'm toting guns, no toys I'm possessing 
Drop pills in my liquor, I'm poison ingestin 
Suppressing depression, some sort of obsession 

Or maybe addiction, I don't really know 
Can you tell me the difference? 
All I really know is I feel like a sick kid 
Mind a little twisted 
Lay awake at night questioning my existence 

.40 in my rucksack, aim it at your nutsack
Never changin, fuck that. Ballin' since a rugrat 
Switchblade in the sock that ends up in your stomach
Never catch me stuck lack- in, I get your guts slashed 

Keep a cinnamon stick, dump a clip in him quick 
Carcinogen shit, rip a hit of that spliff 
Want a dickening, bitch? Are you thicker than shit? 
I'm a star, so eat it like Michelin, bitch 

I try to put on a happy face 
In my mind it ain't a happy place 
I think that maybe these pills were laced 
I'm pretty sure that these pills were laced 

I try to put on a happy face 
In my mind it ain't a happy place 
I'm pretty sure that these xans are fake 
Only pop four just to be safe 





Michelin Star

Come one, come all, to my downfall 

Lyrics :

Just fucking chipped a nail. 

Yeah, yeah, shout out Zach (ZB!) 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah... 

Self loathing engrossin, emotions eroding 
seritonin. 
Floatin broken in the oceans of perpetual 
motion 

She dopin up my potion, it go unspoken, get the notion 
Steady coatin my lungs and throat in RSO and rosin 

Hoping my foes intend approaching again toting a pole can lead to an end with some holes in your head 
Throne in my room, keepin smoke in the den 
Drogon Awoken, I'm spttin that red. Spitting more red then the neck on the dude that I saw the cartel up on live leak behead 

*guillotine sound* 
(wtf happened to r/watchpeopledie) 

Coffee grounds in the toilet 
I'm forced to live but not enjoy it 
Trust me I know it was liquor and pills, got a lot of em
All that I ate was some perky, some molly, some addy and maybe a little klonopin 

I'm forced to live but not enjoy it, not enjoy it 

(sigh) 

All that I ate was some perky, some molly. What I ate was some perky, some molly, some addy and maybe a little klonopin 
(one, two, three, four) 

Coffee grounds in the toilet 
(it's fucking blood)
I'm forced to live but not enjoy it, not enjoy it 
I'm forced to live, please end this torment 
(fuck this shit)
I'm forced to live but not enjoy it, not enjoy it 
I'm forced to live, please end this torment 

(sigh) 

Please end this torment.... 

Are you there God? (heh) It's me, Jared. 

Fuck Margaret 

....Bob Saget? 

Anyone?? 

I'm forced to live, please end this torment 

These hoes in for attention, but I show no intrest
I mean take no offence but get the fuck out my buisness
I collapsed when I lost her, how the fuck could I stand it
Why not just seclude myself and indulge all my bad habits? 

These hoes in for attention, but I show no intrest
I mean take no offence but get the fuck out my buisness
I collapsed when I lost her, how the fuck could I stand it
Why not just seclude myself and indulge all my bad habits? 

All that I ate was some perky, some molly. I ate was some perky, some molly, some addy and maybe a little klonopin 
(little klonopin, little klonopin) 

I'm forced to live but not enjoy it, not enjoy it 
I'm forced to live, just end this torment 
I'm forced to live but not enjoy it, not enjoy it 
I'm forced to live, please end this torment 

(There hoes in for attention, but I show no intrest
I mean take no offence but get the fuck out my buisness) 

I collapsed when I lost her, how the fuck could I stand it
Why not just seclude myself and indulge all my bad habits? 

I collapsed when I lost her 
Had no time for a man 
At least that's what she told me 
But now she's with an old friend... 

I collapsed when I lost her 
Had no time for a man 
At least that's what she told me 
But now she's with an old friend... 

Please end this torment.... 

This Guy Stinks!

Well, where I'm from we have a special salute that we aim high in the air, towards all those pompous assholes who spend their days pointing fingers (FUCK YOU)

Lyrics:

Shhh, quiet, or you're gonna piss me off 
6 feet, motherfucker, leave your body there to rot 
You won't even get a coffin, in the hole your body drops 
I just turn and get to walkin', never gave a second thought 

Never gave a second thought, so I come and take your thot 
Now she grabbing on my cock, you at home, whacking off 
I just think it's funny how I went and took your honey 
Now she bouncing like a bunny and you looking like a dummy 

Like a crash test dummy, I put the "rec" in recreational drugs 
Imma stack this money, I don't give a fuck, got Supreme on my rug 
Ha, that's funny, try to take some from me? 
Then I get to hunting and I bring home a trophy 

Leaving some men, on the cement 
Trappin' narcos, how I pay rent 
Chopper thumpin' like a drumset
Drive off in the fucking sunset 

Hiko are you kidding me 
No way, get a litany 
Of praise, I'll be critically 
Acclaimed, pills are hitting me 
(in the face) 

Smoke a gram of wax a day 
Because reality is pain 
Really helps to numb the way
I've been feeling everyday 

Hiko are you kidding me 
No way, get a litany 
Of praise, I'll be critically 
Acclaimed, pills are hitting me 
(in the face) 

Smoke a gram of wax a day 
Because reality is pain 
Really helps to numb the way
I've been feeling everyday 

Shhh, quiet, or you're gonna piss me off 
6 feet, motherfucker, leave your body there to rot 
You won't even get a coffin, in the hole your body drops 
I just turn and get to walkin', never gave a second thought

Critically Acclaimed

I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it 
Smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it

Lyrics: 

(Brucey B on the beat) 

Yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Wake up in the morning kinda wishing that I didn't 
I'm not the same guy anymore, and I've been feeling different 
Have so many questions but I cannot find the answers 
Duplicating, destroying me inside like a cancer 

Seven months since I've gone to bed sober 
Drink seven shots at once, wake up puking red ocher
The first thing I did when my stay in rehab was over
Was roll a fat ass fucking blunt and chief that shit till my throat hurt 

Diazepam dreams, driven by depression
Flurazepam fiend, give in to obsession 
As sad as it seems, shrivel into nothing
But thats the disease, I'm struck with self-destruction 

I feel like I'm nothing 
But a twenty-something 
Year old kid who numbs him-
self, trappin and druggin' 

I need a distraction, unhealthy reactions 
To all my surroundings, and people around me 

I need to take action, I grip on the Mac-10
Opps hood we take laps in, we askin' for traction
Now we shootin' and burnin', watch em scatter like rabbits 
Spark up at your interment, I ash in your casket 

Wake up in the morning kinda wishing that I didn't 
I'm not the same guy anymore, and I've been feeling different 
Have so many questions but I cannot find the answers 
Duplicating, destroying me inside like a cancer 

Put the pole up to your skull, make your sphincter clench
Trigger pull and let it go, like a sprinkler, drenched 
I be holding shit together, call me J-B weld 
Fuck a postcard or a letter, get THC mail 

I eat pills too much, I don't feel too much
I smoke weed too much, ounce of wax each month
I seek thrills too much, need to slow me up
I eat pills too much, but it's not enough 

I eat pills too much, I don't feel too much
I smoke weed too much, ounce of wax each month
I seek thrills too much, need to slow me up
I eat pills too much, but it's not enough 

Paradoxical virgin, I ain't nothin' to fuck with 
Terror stalkin' ya'll vermin, my aim locked then you struck quick 
The first thing I did when my stay in rehab was over
Was roll a fat ass fucking blunt and chief that shit till my throat hurt 

Wake up in the morning kinda wishing that I didn't 
I'm not the same guy anymore, and I've been feeling different 
Have so many questions but I cannot find the answers 
Duplicating, destroying me inside like a cancer 

I eat pills too much, I don't feel too much
I smoke weed too much, ounce of wax each month
I seek thrills too much, need to slow me up
I eat pills too much, but it's not enough, yea

Duplicating

I didn't make the beat(credit to Arie from cosmic commons discord server)
Song was made for contest on aforementioned discord server

Lyrics:

Yeah, uh
Yeah, gettin'...
Gettin' lit...

Gettin' lit, sippin' liq, with the Bic, lit the spliff
Flippin' bricks, isn't shit, sickest fit, mannequin
Shorty thick, stupid hoe, all that horny chick do is blow
Morpheus, stupor mode, 46 Superbowl

Cuz the big one gonna win it and I'm feelin' like a giant
She wrap her hands around my dick and stare at me like I'm Goliath
I can barely fit it in but you know I gotta try it
Then I fuck her in the face until her mascara is crying

Chiefin' on the grams of the best THC
Meetin' with my man, he's got benzodiazepines
We been on Xans, Percocet, ecstasy
She failed all her exams but her head still PhD

Lock myself inside the basement, hear a tapping at the door
Open up and see a raven, now he's croaking "nevermore"
Try to make communication, quoth the raven, "nevermore"
Must of lost my fucking patience, now he's croaking on the floor

Gettin' lit, sippin' liq, with the Bic, lit the spliff
Flippin' bricks, isn't shit, sickest fit, mannequin
Shorty thick, stupid hoe, all that horny chick do is blow
Morpheus, stupor mode, 46 Superbowl

(Gettin' lit, sippin' liq, with the Bic, lit the spliff
Flippin' bricks, isn't shit, sickest fit, mannequin
Shorty thick, stupid hoe, all that horny chick do is blow
Morpheus, stupor mode, 46 Superbowl)

XLVI

All pills no food for the last three days, how am I alive? I bet you're amazed.

Lyrics: 

Not an athlete, yeah 
We're in the damn street 
Yeah.. 
Not playin football, up in the hood y'all 

I'm flying with the footballs, I can't wait to touch down 
I'm dying from the pitfalls, xan broke in my blunt now 
It ain't for anxiety, I'll paint some type of portrait
Can't handle sobriety, I take em right into orbit 

Prada wallet with the black card on it 
Gotta cop it with the stack, unmarked shit 
Lotta fucking hard shit pumping thru my heart quick 
Droppin rocks in dark sticks, darker than my heart, bitch 

As a young'un my momma told me my first word was stick
More than one gun, pop an opiate, my hearse is my whip
Relaxin all my muscles, somas swirling with the percs
Relapsing is a struggle, so I really hope these work 

I'm flying with the footballs, I can't wait to touch down 
I'm dying from the pitfalls, xan broke in my blunt now 
It ain't for anxiety, I'll paint some type of portrait
Can't handle sobriety, I take em right into orbit 

That little hoe a fiend, she be snortin all my powder 
A fiddle kind of thing, imma play her in an hour 
She don't wanna leave, she want me to say I love her 
Maybe in her dreams, I didn't even save her number 

I woke up today in Mexico, snorted addy off a coffee plate
Fuck a coffee, now I'm sweatin so I pour a natty, drop an opiate 
In the glass, taking drugs to pass 
All the time away, sleepin all the day 

But I'm up at night, roll an owl, white 
Cuttin up the white girl, then I plow your wife
And I barely even knew her, she be beggin me to screw her
That hoe be dirty like a sewer, fuck her once then call an Uber 

Got her purrin, purrin, purrin 
Liquor got me slurrin slurrin slurrin 
Drop some syrup straight up in my bourbon 
Turn me to a whole different person 

Stomach churnin churnin churnin churnin
"Feeling pained?" I say sure, man 
Well, I am, no use sulkin
Just treat my body just like a cauldron 

Walk with the top drip out the farmacia 
Pockets Stocked with narcotics, fuck policia
Keep me a mop stick, harm ya when I see ya
Got a glock in the glove, bitch, and it wants to meet ya 

I'm a soldier in the streets, I know 5 guys who got beef 
One of their girls, she hit my line, and you know that she gives me all the toppings for free
Soldier up in the streets, go and dirty your sheets 
Your girl she called me over, hmm I wonder why that could be 

I might try to use her, so she can come and use me 
Don't plan to be a father, rather goin with plan B
Fucked her while I'm off the blotter, shit was gettin so trippy 
Ain't an animal abuser, but I beat up on the pussy
I might try to use her, so she can come and use me 
Don't plan to be a father, rather goin with plan B
Fucked her while I'm off the blotter, shit was gettin so trippy 

I got her pussy purrin, purrin, purrin 
Liquor got me slurrin slurrin slurrin 
Drop some syrup straight up in my bourbon 
Turn me to a whole different person, uh 

Stomach churnin churnin churnin churnin
"Feeling pained?" I say sure, man 
Well, I am, no use sulkin
Just treat my body like a cauldron 

I'm flying with the footballs, I can't wait to touch down 
I'm dying from the pitfalls, xan broke in my blunt now 
It ain't for anxiety, I'll paint some type of portrait
Can't handle sobriety, I take em right into orbit 

Prada wallet with the black card on it 
Gotta cop it with the stack, unmarked shit 
Lotta fucking hard shit pumping thru my heart... 
Pumping thru my heart, pumping thru my heart quick 

Pumping thru my, pumping thru my... 
Pumping through my heart quick
Droppin rocks in dark sticks, darker than my heart, bitch 

(Not an athlete, yeah 
We're in the damn street 
Yeah.. 
Not playin football, up in the hood y'all)

La Farmacia

My older brother sent me a beat to record something on, here's a little demo

Hold It - DEMO (Prod. BruceyB)

I used to think that getting fucked up all the time was funny. Next thing you know I'm a fucked up druggie. 

Lyrics: 

(Alcoholism..... That's my own prison) 

Yeah, yeah 
It's like a prison 
Uh, yeah yeah 

Bridge
Coochie sequential, they all line up for me
Pussy torrential, I might drown in the stream 
Snitches ain't drinkin but be spillin the tea All of your bitchin I'm itchin solicit villainous deeds 

Now let me explain this, 1-2-3 
Simpily grab one gun
Secondly, pick some one 
Number three, just pull and squeeze 

Chorus
I rememeber the days of rehabilitation 
I made friends (I made friends)
I wouldn't trade em for the world 
Think it came from overthinking bout a girl 

Verse 
Shout out the real one's, Raabi and Briar 
See love in his eyes when he walk by her 
Reminds me of times that were brighter 
I think I'll be fine if I got my supplier 

Yeah, this man stick to your side like a Briar plant, uh
Snorting adderrall got me fucking wired man (snort)
Briar is wild, man! (yuh) 

Ok maybe a little, he may keep a Draco 
Tucked in the waist tho, don't be an ass hole 
This fucking rascal, look at your face bone 
Left on the asphalt, you shoulda stayed home 

Now you a ragdoll, all I do is spitball 
Every single track, this all is trippin in the pitfalls of the fuckin sick fog clouding up my thick skull 
I just want a thicc thot suckin on my dick hole 

Bridge
Coochie sequential, they all line up for me
Pussy torrential, I might drown in the stream 
Snitches ain't drinkin but be spillin the tea All of your bitchin I'm itchin solicit villainous deeds 

Now let me explain this, 1-2-3 
Simpily grab one gun
Secondly, pick some one 
Number three, just pull and squeeze 

Chorus
I rememeber the days of rehabilitation 
I made friends (I made friends)
I wouldn't trade em for the world 
Think it came from overthinking bout a girl 

(I made friends)
(Alcoholism.....) 
(I wouldn't trade em for the world) 
(That's my own prison) 

Rehab Needs Weed

Gloomy Sunday (Cover)

What about mouthwash? -Trevor Moore

Intro 
Well, one night I was feeling lonesome. 
All alone, nothing to do... 
So I headed over to that there saloon. 
Walked in, looked at the bartender. 
He looked me dead in the eye, and I made my way up.
"Double shot of Bacardi, no chase".
Hand him a $20 and I head over to the table. 
"Texas Hold'em?" I ask. They give me the side eye. 
I take a seat, "Buy-in's $20".
"That won't be a problem," I throw a $20 bill down on the table. 
"We don't take that here..." 
"Excuse me?" 
"Git the fuck outa heaa!" 
Put my hand on my holster, I say two fucking words. 
"Make me." 

Verse 1
Fucking make me, duck and spray three 
At your homie, hit the dome piece (Bop)
Now it's a 2v1, got two guns, moving behind booths and abuse the panic induced 
Record time reload, second guy peeks so 
All I needed was a motherfucking shot and y'all be giving me a heap load 
One shot and I cut off his scalp remotely, he slowly slumped over 
I believe there's one guy left over 
Don't you try to leave, I won't let you surrender (surrender, surrender) 

Then he hops up, with his hands up 
So I aim quick, all you hear 'BRAP' 
That's a head shot, then that man drops 
In his fucking last spot 

All the blood fills around him 
Surrounding his fountain of blood fill his lungs 
Now its drowning him (is drowning him) 

While he drowns in his blood 
Then I go grab a mug 
And I grab up a bottle 
And fill that shit up! 
(Yeah, that's that good shit) 

Bridge 
Well, after sitting there and drinking my whiskey, outa that big ol' mug. 
Must have drank about, I don't know, eight or nine shots? 
Then the law starts coming, and I know how to deal with them... 
So I go ahead behind the bar and grab the fucking shotgun. 


Verse 2
Come at me cops, you hear it cock? 
I'm a crazy motherfucker 
When I'm snorting on that rock
One after another they all run into my shots 
Then I duck for cover, switching clips, you hear 'em drop
I kill with no hesitation, have you wonder where your face went 
In the same place that your brain went it's all sprayed out on the pavement 

The amphetamines in my system are assisting me in my resisting of the enemies I be hitting with .223 ammunition 

Walk out the doors, hop on my horse 
Don't see no more cops I suppose they don't wanna talk any more 

Unscrew my flask and I chug down my last 
Infinite redose bitch I never crash 

And honestly I didn't mind it they wanted a problem and knew where to find it 
I ain't out looking for trouble or violence I won't lie though I've been waiting on someone to come up and try it

Outro
Well, that's the story of that night in that saloon,
And those three angry poker players didn't want me to playa game with them
The law happened to get involved
I had to skip town after that, change my name
Stupid motherfuckers
Worth it though (Yee haw!)

Doubleshot

(Jared)
Just popped a xan, I think I'm the fucking man 

Feel the need for amphetamines, 
At the door gotta let em in 
Pressed with fentanyl, getting death involved 
Poppin sticks, hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder 
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Pass the, pass the, pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 

(Luke)
Question my intentions and my drive 
Leave all the bullshit aside, they don't know what's bottled inside 
I get in my ride and I just try and clear my mind
Cuz I'm just counting what I'm feeling inside, sometimes 
Acid and weed got me floating by the ocean 

Like why you always mention my worst intentions 
Forget I mentioned that I'd go to war for you 

Forget, forget, mention 
For-forget to-
Go together like anxiety and tension 

My girl always like why you fucking fussin
Wear your heart on my sleeve like my bracelet 
Let's face it, we could face it 

(Jared)
Pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 
Pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
(we could face it) 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 

I'm going to get rid of these tough fucking thought processes, I've got these 
Running through my head constantly 
Need to rid myself of these demons, I need Constantine 

Addy got my nose runny 
Fetty rot my dome, money 
Keep me on the road, then we
Ridin high, with the dough on me 

Rollin 20 deep with the tommy, yeah I got one
Cruising with the tommy, yeah, that one my top gun 
Squeeze it and I drop one, you gon need a mop, son 
His homie running, all he heard was BRAPP when I dropped him 

(Luke)
My girl always like why you fucking fussin
Wear your heart on my sleeve like my bracelet 
Let's face it, we could face it 

(Jared)
Xanax, xanax, xanax pressed with Fentanyl
Getting death involved 
Poppin sticks, hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Pressed with fentanyl, getting death involved 
Hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder 
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Jacobs Ladders ft. LukaBraci

If I keep dealing with my problems this way it's the end for me 

Lyrics: 

Drop a strip of acid in the drink
Off the rip, yuh, that kid is a mink 
Coke on the counter next to the sink 
Smoke on the flower until I'm extinct 

I order the chemicals, ain't doin' the research 
My actions heterical, maybe I need church 
Medusa my tee shirt, I produce and I feature 
I skirt off on the liter, I perc pop, kinda need to 

I order the chemicals, ain't doin the research 
My actions heterical, maybe I need church 
I totter and teeter, take off in the Beamer 
She hop in the two seater (skrt skrt!) 

I offer to feed her 
One word and I might get topped up quick and eagerly 
She slurping me so fucking hard 
I thought she was hurting me 

Wok syrup in my stacked pop cup (sip it sleepily) 
Therapist be asking first if she left some scars, certainly, by far its hurtin' me 
Poppin fetty laced bars end up merkin' me 

Several of these felonies on the DL when he sell to me 
Ride with the Jet like I'm Smellerbee 

Why would I let you tether me? 
You ain't gon cuff, you done, pack up your stuff, c'est la vie 

C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie 

Wok syrup in my stacked pop cup (sip it sleepily) 
One word and I might get topped up 
Quick and eagerly 
They envy my drip, pretty, pretty please 
Don't cap with me 

No cappin', I am always trappin' 
Trading fentanyl for some addies (just took 60)
Keepin' out of traction, but you won't catch me lackin'

Mucho drippin', sumo Smith & Wesson 
I pay your rent, then I ball on a baddie (roll me up a fatty) 
Tuco shit, it's a lesson
Use a rock as a weapon 

RC benzos in the mail (USPS, son)
Imma taste em, that's how I test em 
Time is wastin, sip on the best one 
Bromazolam in my intestines 

RC benzos in the mail (USPS, son)
Imma taste em, that's how I test em 
Time is wastin, sip on the best one 
Bromazolam in my intestines 

*slurp* 

Poppin fetty laced bars, end up merkin' me 
Several of these felonies on the DL when he sell to me 
Ride with the jet like I'm Smellerbee
Why would I let you tether me? 
You ain't gon' cuff, you done enough, pack up your stuff 

C'est la vie... 

C'est La Vie

Drugs erase my sorrow. Does anybody have a good heart I could borrow? Let me know... 

Lyrics: 

Uh, yeah 
Yeah, yeah 

Chorus
I've been looking for highs 
Yeah I've been searching the skys 
I'm trying to figure it out 
I've been searching the clouds 

You want to try me, but you just don't know me? 
Peter Griffin, you're a big fat phony
Said you want a Gucci purse, hoe please... 
I'll buy you the Gucci, then you got to blow me 

Verse
Feel the need for amphetamines, hear the drugs at the door, gonna let them in
Imma ball again, need a Letterman 
Mixing pills in my stomach, let 'em settle in 

I'd be chilling here with my brethren, 
And you know that we, we just born to sin (okay)
Three days on an Addy binge 
And I don't know when I'll go to sleep again 

Sipping on the pint of the Wockhardt 
Look inside my chest, I've got a rock heart 
Look at all the rest, they are not hard
Don't try to take my chain, you won't get far 

Fucking with my crew, then you get hit
Run up on me then you gonna get your head split
Shorty hit my line when she need a quick fix
Anytime I want, I can get my dick licked 

Chorus
I've been looking for highs 
Yeah I've been searching the skys 
I'm trying to figure it out 
I've been searching the clouds 

You want to try me, but you just don't know me? 
Peter Griffin, you're a big fat phony
Said you want a Gucci purse, hoe please... 
I'll buy you the Gucci then you got to blow me 

Outro
(Look inside my chest, I've got a rock heart 
Shorty hit my line when she need a quick fix 
Sipping on the pint of the Wockhardt 
Anytime I want, I can get my dick licked)

Wock Heart

Open your eyes ig 

Lyrics: 

(Open your eyes...) 

Uh, yeah, yeah

Slice eight lines straight, white plate, typeface
Cracking like I'm dry clay, dull eyes with a bright face 
White face, red frown, smile fake, dead clown 
Voices in my mind space, can I get a head count? 

Nitrous might just make me the highest 
White dust, dry clumps up in my sinus
You might wonder why I'm just laying here silent 
I'm deep in the K-hole, so please, bitch, be quiet 

Addy got me on a diet, all my ice can change the climate 
Says she love me, I don't buy it, fuck her face until she cryin'
I'm the flyest, like a pilot, I'm the highest, can't deny it 
Need prescriptions? I'll supply it. Take one, drop you like Goliath 

Damn your shorty basic, she just wanna take dick 
You're so fuckin tasteless, now she wanna taste it 
Glass shards on the table like it's a mosaic 
Glock with the beam be giving you Lasik 

Open your eyes, can't help but cry 
I really try to ask myself why
I wanna die, say my goodbyes 
I cant deny that my end is nigh 

Wait nevermind, I popped a Vyve 
Now that I'm high I'm gonna vibe 
Go for a drive, look at the sky 
Hope I'm alright, at least for the night 

(...Stop... Look at the sky... Open your eyes...) 

My mind won't stop racing, all the blunts that I'm facing 
Sittin fuckin' still but in my head I am pacing 
Alcohol withdrawals got me seizing and shaking
Pretty soon I might need a liver replacement 

Slice eight lines straight, white plate, typeface
Cracking like I'm dry clay, dull eyes with a bright face 
White face, red frown, smile fake, dead clown 
Voices in my mind space, can I get a head count? 

Look at the Sky

Who needs food when you have dope

Kids, don't do drugs, they're horrible. 
But if you gon' do 'em, you better go do 'em...

Auguzt

Popular tracks