(Verse One)
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Hit with the fist but I'm rippin' this shit like Kemper with his mum
I'm gettin paper, you bitches get none
I get paper for hittin this blunt, you get some nonexistent
Probably the problem is I'm not existin'
Off a list of medication with a head that's baked and
Got a lotta shit loose in my head, it's crazed
I'm dead and weight, I guess that you could say that I've had better days
But if you wanna talk about a devil, take your breathe away
My head's impatient, every single screw is on the edge of placement
Seven days in registration, hatin' every second, wait I'm
On the edge of death and wakin' up at night to shed the snakeskin
Different place and different time, and different night to end the dayshift
Will my patience be awarded, will it fade away and ache and if I try to find a way to take a blade to end the pain will it have meant a fuckin message?
Will it throw it all away, and will it make it all the same or will it break all the terrain and make the motherfuckers want to read engravings on my grave?
(Hook)
Put it on my tombstone, and put it on my face
Put it on my will, will you tell it at the place
Where I live, where I die, tell 'em that I ain't afraid
Motherfucker
Put a lot of effort in this rap shit
You minus breathin' equals nothing, that's subtraction
Get more cash than a motherfuckin catfish who asks for your address then shows up with magnums
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Hit with the fist but I'm rippin' this shit like Kemper with his mum
I'm gettin paper, you bitches get none
I get paper for hittin this blunt, you get some nonexistent
Probably the problem is I'm not existin'
Off a list of medication with a head that's baked and
Got a lotta shit loose in my head, it's crazed
I'm dead and weight, I guess that you could say that I've had better days
But if you wanna talk about a devil, take your breathe away
My head's impatient, every single screw is on the edge of placement
Seven days in registration, hatin' every second, wait I'm
On the edge of death and wakin' up at night to shed the snakeskin
Different place and different time, and different night to end the dayshift
Will my patience be awarded, will it fade away and ache and if I try to find a way to take a blade to end the pain will it have meant a fuckin message?
Will it throw it all away, and will it make it all the same or will it break all the terrain and make the motherfuckers want to read engravings on my grave?
(Hook)
Put it on my tombstone, and put it on my face
Put it on my will, will you tell it at the place
Where I live, where I die, tell 'em that I ain't afraid
Motherfucker
Put a lot of effort in this rap shit
You minus breathin' equals nothing, that's subtraction
Get more cash than a motherfuckin catfish who asks for your address then shows up with magnums
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