I Used To Rap About Playing With My Penis

Hi. Last year Sucked. This year... it's Comeback Season. LFG

I’m a free man, I ain’t doing shit tomorrow I don’t need plans
I’ll be kicking it till April offer three grand
I don’t even need the money I just need fans
I just need fans

I got three months, 
motherfuckers tryna tell me when my time's up
Been on stage, maybe five minutes till my time cut
Traffic down to Santa Ana I ain’t even sign up
Rocky couldn’t get me in the line up 

that ain’t fair
I’ma wait until tomorrow when I wake up in morning fucking staring
At monitor my budget feeling Hanna Barbara
I’m a Warner brother, someone better warn a brother
baby I'm stretched, 

I got no net,
tryna make a fucking saving offa four checks
Gas money plus I got a lotta core debt
Tryna turn a civic to a corvette
Had to buy a safety cause my girl she adores sex


Poor Flex, go ahead and step in to my Vortex, 
trying to lift, but it feels heavy after four reps
I do more sets, when I’m stressed I ignore texts
carry everybody on my back, i ignore chest,

Don’t feel bad around me, I get hype when your motherfuckers ask about me,
people out here thinkin I be down in orange county, or in Downey, or wherever they trying to doubt me

Are they telling me the truth? I’m living in a movie, there’s a scene you got a jump, got my people at the viewing who all knew me, selling tickets trying to talk about the beauty, I see Scorsese outside, saying this ain’t cinema

I’m a free man, I ain’t doing shit tomorrow I don’t need plans
I’ll be kicking it till April offer three grand
I don’t even need the money I just need fans
I just need fans

I got three months, motherfuckers trying to tell me when my time is up
Been on stage five minutes to my time cut
Traffic down to Santa Ana I ain’t sign up
Rocky couldn’t get me in the line up 

OK, 
gotta take time for my sick days, 
gotta get my watch battery all replaced, 
so the drip looks heavy like my wrist break
Keep my entertainment to a brisk pace

Tiktok videos, like my hip hop Vimeo
I still miss arsenio, I need way more interviews
I just see this other news watching surrogates blurring shit with positions they were told to fucking sell to the Internet

I don't even think you living yet,
all my friends back home, they all in still in debt, 
Everybody act like the epitome of giving checks,
sitting in office like a coffin, when they money they all give you is just written death,
 
Everything is easy, giving up your shit it's like no one ever believed me,
i miss myself hungry as I was passing out CD's,
going to fucked weeklys,
bumping all my shit on repeat saying, 


I’m a free man, I ain’t doing shit tomorrow I don’t need plans
I’ll be kicking it till April offer three grand
I don’t even need the money I just need fans
I just need fans

Comeback Season (Prod. By Mathiastyner)

wanted  to upload so i can play it on the discord bot

i kill pedophiles

Carl Wheezer - Die For You (Croissant Remix)

Sam Saloon

A collection of Mike David's hard to find songs

The Die 2013 EP

Be Mean With Me

TWRP - R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Her (Earth Day special)

COMING OUT? ft. Pyrocynical & Dolan Dark (Cold Ones Ep. 1)

CocknBallTorture

Zuckles Drinks Himself into Brain Damage | Cold Ones

Art by Xeknoir

War in the body
Service is shoddy in the mind
As Reality Calls less
I’m out of touch and
My hearts percussion booming
Through all the smiling bustling mess

The things that make me me
I think I’d rather forget (CHORUS LEAD IN)

When will it end? Will I breath?
How much longer would you stay
If you knew what you know?
Give as I take
As your calm and collected fire
Rains down on me

Drown in the bodies
Lies fall like missile vollies 
Onto the trenches from the sky
I’ve had enough and
My guns percussion booming
Through my most hallowed hall of lies

A lifes just not a life 
If it’s lived in disguise  (CHORUS LEAD IN)

CHORUS 

You pay so much attention to the scratch marks on the door
But trenches in the flesh, are so easy to ignoreI
I tear myself asunder like a flag that’s lost its way
Grasping for a fraction of “I’ll stay.” 

When I’m with you, I can breathe
So much stronger than before
Despite ash in the air
Give me your weight
And I’ll carry us both to saftey
Don’t you die on me

i kill pedophiles

Lazy Wandering