i heard kanyes new piece of shit you felt that
pants around your anklets? i belt that
every cock that you stumble upon u held that
my pocket thought that you was gone cuz u held back
steal a gal like a vagabond im real bad
thought that ya shit was fkn chili hot i chilled that
bitch you wanna pvp well ill slay that
scratch your fkn dvd no playback
move your lips n you spittlin fast thats gay rap
break a gibson over your shit no payback
lost your balls in a free for all feel  you feel the pay gap
ima boxcut a closet cunt peel ya face back

fuck you alllll
fuck your real life
fuck your broad
fuck you still types
fuck your dogs
fuck you chill types
fuck you all
you aint ill like me at all


i pass your lines like a blunt bitch
 i aint worried bout bein blunt bitch
im hardly uncertain about my lunch bitch
learn a lesson from me, that's a cunt stitch
i will open your wounds dude i will unstitch
ima aim for your womb cum is abundant
im a broil this beef like im in london
im a cop with a problem ima stun this
im a hick with a rifle im a hunt bitch
im like the jews in the bible ima run this
i eat til i sleep i weigh a ton a bitch
i keep what i see thats why i fund this


so i hurt your feelings but i roll like this
sorry that you gotta hit the floor like this
i didnt even know you was a ho like this
i just bowl like this pins fall like this
installed like this i aint got another mode
no dual boot bitch just linux in my code
im a bentley on the road not a tesla, professor
old school dude keep my drawers in my dresser
yes sir can i get a polish on my shoes?
im astonished with the news you cant handle gettin bruised
you a white washed bitch and im dirty with my tools
lost alot in 30 years  an example of the blues
been abandoned and abused and i dont i cry wolf
i just handle what i do and i own my stuff
and i dont like bluffing show my hand
wear my ace on my sleeve but you dont like that

Liquid Courage Prod. Ducta Beats

light up your incense
meditate slowly 
find you your princess
elevate a homie
dress like a priest or a holyman dont he?
he must be spiritual miracles behold thee
fuck that he just smell like pachouli
ponytail bouncing around unruly
reinvented himself without all the bullies
scoopin up fruit loops watching the goonies
never grow never grow up
never ever face that hes old as fuck
collecting poster
calling out posers
smash bros shirt nintendo coaster
had a girlfriend some time ago
ran outta time for the ho solo
mom always yellin
telling him something
go get a job, hobbies are nothing

my son sucks, my son sucks my son sucks the life outta me i dont know how im living
my boy sucks, my boy sucks, my boy sucks the government teet for every penny for hes given

stop humping your hand in the basement
comic collecting, aint doing great shit
gonna be 40 before you know it
read about time, aint no way to slow it
worse than a trumper worse than a birther
burn outs are worse than a fuckin flat earther
stop sittin down bitch time to stand up
no more skipping just walk man up.
is he autistic, or just altrustic?
he acts like hes above everyone in the system.
if you saw em no way you missed em,
girls avoid him wouldnt wanna kiss em
hand is blistered from cranking his shaft
drawing pictures of xmenn honing his craft
everyone loves him the boys so nice
but hes 42 now in the middle of life

i'm on life support, he gets paid for chores
poor dad kicked the bucket
its tightunfortunately he hasn't gotten paid jack shit for nothin
im convinced hes learning disabled
but hes good at mmos
hes not a zero but not quite the hero just an o in the middle my hmos
ya know?
i question, i mention, i ask my pastor for help
he gets mad actslike a bastard when he knows im speaking to anyone else

he wants to draw his picutres, he wants to read his comics
he rides around with his sister,  he tells me shut up stop it


im dead now
he inherited everything,
hes set now
surrounded by everything
he sold all meaningful stuff, thats fine i dont care
he never cleans up he just sits in the house in my old arm chair
still reading comics,  still collecting his plushies
when the mailman knocks at the door he screams dont rush me
hes got a sore on his leg thats shits infected,
 dogs dead somewhere in the house  he knows but he hasnt inspected
hes got online friends a rapper community and they all respect him
hes all alone in the home preaching unity playing with his own erection

Katsu Don