You can't guilt trip with the guiltiest
how can you do me dirty when I'm already spitting the filthiest
fuck up out my feelings quick as 2 smitten gullible kids be in, after the tryouts 
I'll fucking pluck ya eye out and grin
like Bisbin, make you recalculate the crouching tiger's pouncing distance
you goofy dim wit
you talking to a groovy misfit
who can throw ass back like it's ridiculous
Past filled with musty ass niggas and betrayed trust 
become a master of what you must
be the tetanus shot to the worlds rust
don't let rot the potential you got cause of come senseless fuss
Present tense, Sly a loner
Past tense, a self loathing stoner, to worried about running away to ever sit sober, that fantasy facades finally fucking over, just as the turns around the sun making me older,
always had an affinity to yearn for what's bolder
universe already told ya, you a blender, I'm a folder
yin scolding, yang selfishly holding on 
can't value what's right until you got it wrong
aint something that's as clear as a rip from this bong
aint as thicc as what's sticking up out of this thong

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I make music representative of my mental state. As chaotic, off beat, disturbing, and unpleasant as my brain gets, my music does the same. A genre I like to call "Mental or Diarycore"
Showcasing my anxiety, depression, ADHD, trauma, and obsessive compulsions, in a way that unravels the stories of my life.
Comedic elements are also intertwined to highlight how I often use laughter as medicine, and as a much needed coping mechanism. 
My music also serves as historic documentation of my rapidly changing mindset, the emotions and ideas put into each song are representative of the specific point in time at which it was released.

If you relate to my music in anyway, please get help. I sure know I need to! ❤️‍🩹

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Madd Slyentist 🌩