Beat prod. by Cole Minor Productions

Hi, this is my brain on manic
I'm coming so hard from every dynamic,
I'm stayin' stress free and far from panicked,
A sex fanatic, and hopeless romantic,
Lyrics are magic and hard as ceramic,
Hotter than lava and flow is volcanic,
It's made on my own and grown in my attic,
I put it on paper, I keep it organic,
If I run into 'ice', then call me Titanic,
I look like I'm frantic but feeling fantastic,
I don't mind the antics, although they're erratic,
Fuck the dramatics and all your schematics,
I'm roaming around, I'm feeling nomadic,
To me, this is classic and harder than plastic,
The times, they call for measures of drastic,
I'm fresher than fabric that's lined in my casket,
...Its like I'm Icelandic, 
No scarf, no hats, no boots, no jacket,
Although I'm so cold, no pelts made of rabbit,
I'm froze like an old original tablet,
I made it a habit, see titties I grab it,
I squeeze it and smack it, its like its a magnet,
Don't know what to do, these bitches are rampant,
I'm looking for a 'ratchets' to bury my hatchet,
I promise I'm practiced, the water is stagnant,
Don't blow your top when i blow my gasket,
The best in the planet, ahead of the gamut,
And still its like no one can hear it, god damn it,
But still I stay gallant and humble and valiant,
Don't need enhancements, my head is enchanted,
I guess yours is absent, cause your noncombatant,
And if it is there, its just but a fragment,

From boogers to hookers and titties and guns,
From kittens to drugs and fifties and hund.s,
Bunches and bunches of nipples and nuns,
Lunch time with pussies then fuck em for fun,
From stickers on folders to dark cups of Folgers,
Trade packs of cigs for little toy soldiers,
We're keeping it neat, were paying the testers,
We're paying the fees to filthy molesters,
Faggots with maggots that munch and then fester,
And jeans that's made from bright polyester
From lakes and streams to bullets and cars,
The stems, and seeds, and needles and scars,
Beers at the bars, the wish to be stars,
Put tears in a jar and inhale the tar,
We fight in the night with Pottymouth lizards,
Licorice Twizzlers from lonely old wizards,
Visions of fissures and 'one to the kisser',
Cocaine with sniffles and ecstasy thizzles,
The needle that fiddles in middle of veins,
Trains and planes and small little snails,
The booklet of paper will always prevail,
There is no light and the cereals stale,
Inside of this house, kilos and bricks,
a small piece of cloth that's tied around sticks,
A faggot, a bundle, Attila the jumbled,
Running disgruntled and not feeling humbled,
To tumble and dry, kids rumble and cry,
Break bones and fingers and kneecaps and eyes,
Monsters and fairies, we're bonkers for berries,
And oranges and apples, bananas and cherries,
Honkings from tanks that follow their orders,
and rats that chew through bricks and the mortar,
Report a reporter for sorting the porter,
A deadly disorders, its closer to time.,
A dime for pine, tequila with lime,
A dollar a dash, a fiver for lines,
A diver from ladders, a pitter a patter,
The smaller the balls the bigger the batter,
Sicknesses scatter, a ten for a platter,
Listen to pistons that clitter and clatter,
Gibber and jabber, they're jabbering on,
this is the bladder I'm hammering on,
Pictures and fixtures and mixers to pawn,
The lawn is gone but so is the mud,
The duds and bugs still crawl in the blood,
The pigs and the hogs, the diggers are gone,
Gone with the wind, like fleas from a dog,
Pogs and cogs that work with the system,
Truckers that trick and get in position,
Nothing but traffic, the kids' made of plastic,
But this isn't drastic cause this is the norm,
Over the counter downers and porn,
Fools in cages, tattoos and gauges,
And it's all bought with minimum wages,
We're losing this race, disfiguring faces,
Limiting races to limited spaces,



Manic AND Depressive

Me and Cookie Monster getting stank on our hang lows,
Money out the bank, pulling skanks and we bang hoes,
Drinking till were tanked, smoking ranks of the dank dro,
Do the hanky pank till there's stains and her Hanes soaked,
Fuck em, you don't need em, go ahead and drop em down,
Got me acting like a fool with your panties on the ground,
And then I get to stirring, love that mac and cheese sound,
Bust some nuts and I cuss as I blow a couple rounds,
I know I'm super badass but I try to keep it subtle though,
Blowing lime green and my eyes are looking hella low,
Bustin flows like a hose, see how far my nuts'll go,
Hold her nose, soaking hoes, then I go and toke an 'O'
Don't reveal the magic cause I always keep it unexposed,
No rebuttal, keep the muggles I got in in my huddle close,
Eating shrooms up in my room, now I'm on that fungal float,
I know I'm the shit, d double-o, d double-o,
Constantly fecalating,
On everyfuckingthing, never wonder why people hating,
Discussing if I'm good? I don't give a fuck, keep debating,
While I got this weed and this cheese and your lady waiting,
I'm drinking and I'm thinking to myself 'Ah, blessed be',
Never been a chef, but I know the whole recipe,
You can come and sit next to me, 
While the reverends blessing me,
I got the necessities, pills and the evergreen,
Higher than ever been, and my piss is never clean,
More drugs and pussy than if I was from the seventies,
Raping all these ladies in a Bill Cosby sweater-thing
Name on my mini coop, gotti gold lettering,
Seven sea sailing, sippin' saki, smokin' swish sweets,
Been bringing badass bars, beer, banging bigger beats,
Dropping dope, dank, drugs, dazed, den I dick her deep,
Sex with six sluts, til they started singing symphonies.

Cookie Monster

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