PHUCKED PT. II

Waking up every morning 
 Notice I got more to gain 
Appreciate the fucking game and 
Alleviate the pain and 
I said I’ll make it rain 
Yeah fuck the gold and fame 
I’ll make it without 
Getting notice call it Casper mane 
Too hype when I pull the mic out
Lemme run that back 
Send the call out 
It’s still that red red rum 
On a basic bum 
Let’s call that
Taking the trash out 

Let’s fade to black 
til the lights out
Time to flex 
what I fuckin gained now 
Her time to break down 
Wake up every morning 
Noticing I got more to gain 
Cheaper then the reaper 
I don’t need hand outs
Homicidal on my plans 
Check the box I’m out
Realize i lost some friends 
Just to level myself 
Alleviate the stress
Why my ops so pressed
And pressed out 
Didn’t I mention 
Suffer the consequences 
Of that murder mission 
The world so cold and malicious 
I keep my vibe so distant 
My third eye gets so vivid 
This life’s a final lesson 
I wake up stay shaked up 
Somebody better call the maker  
Inhale break spells 
Look at the moon so pale 
Exhale reap hell 
All of these bodies so stale 




IS THAT WORTH THE SOUL TO SQUEEZE 

Diamonds on my casket 
Never give a fuck bout this rap shit 
The king of misfits
We gonna blast this 
This ain’t no plastic 
Chrome is all I’m blasting
Messing with the masses 
Propaganda easily 
Shifting to royal madness 
Y’all better grasp this 
Playing with your chances 
I don’t really give a fuck
Still riding around 
I’m bumping fiend in the cut 
Black whip same shit 
Black tints on my shield 
Rolling down the fucking ville
Playin with my money 
I should offer the bill 
Playin with the money  
Is like playing with the devil
I’ll still ride like I’m bummy 
I ain’t down with the thrill
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
I ain’t going out like fucking Kennedy 
Ride with me
Returning of the kingdom of the free 
Nobody want to see Slimfiend 
Hit the scene 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
I ain’t going out like fucking Kennedy 
Ride with me
Returning of the kingdom 
Numbers of the free 
Nobody want to see Slimfiend 
Hit the mf scene 

Pull up to the function 
I’m really going wild 
Asking for a picture
That ain’t my style
Slimmy the creature
Everybody a feature 
I’m the main fuckin leader
Who preaching the fear 
Holly bible the seeker
Nobody hitting my mothafucking metter 
Know what I speakin mane 
I’m really flyin mane 
Stay the try mane 
I’m the do’er mane
Stay a bitch mane
S L I M F I E N D
God is what see in me 
Heaven of the trinity 
Keep my sanity right above the vanity 
Diamonds on my casket 
Never give a fuck bout this rap shit 
The king of misfits
We gonna blast this 
This ain’t no plastic 
Chrome is all I’m blasting
Messing with the masses 
Propaganda easily 
Shifting to royal madness 
Y’all better grasp this 
Playing with your chances 
I don’t really give a fuck
Still riding around 
I’m bumping fiend in the cut 




LIFE’S A TRIP OR IS IT A MYSTERY 

Time to round up
Most of my demons 
Can’t remember 
The last time that I felt this feeling
Heart is gleaming, mind is numb 
Static remains until it gone 
Fist full of rage
Now my rib cage is sunk 
We got the lungs filled full of smoke
Blood spilled for a change 
I can not cope 
You had open arms but I realized
We ain’t got no hope
I hope my life don’t repeat 
Despite of these dreams
Definitely they spending they days 
Just to work in a maze
I proceed I wilI praise 
Light up the sage 
Fist full of rage 
Straight to mystery
I flipped the page

I hope my life don’t repeat 
Holding on to a mystery 

I hope my soul retreats
Holding on to a mystery

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