Tent City CHRIST DILLINGER (Ft. BRUHMANEGOD)

[CHRIST DILLINGER & BRUHMANEGOD]
I wake up out of a shit muk
Piss dump
Wanna rise up, I can't even help put a fist up
Let alone get my dick up, I'm tired of living
I thought it was a perc but now fentanyl I've been given
Happy about the mix up
Its been weeks since I had an erissery but the fuck the presence of empathy
Niggas ain't got no sense to me
Niggas ain't got no resh for me
I get high until there ain't nothing left of me
I smell like a butthole
I shit in my hands and throw my feces
We not the same species
My breath smell like seaweed
Pedestrians cross the street when they see me
I rub my dick in public like I'm hiding a genie
So hide when you see me
I hide in the beamy
I'm high when you see me
Niggas know who the most prolific
Tattoos scribbled on my face be looking like some hieroglyphics
Ill be specific
Smoking on a pile of crack, it make me talk a mile a minute
Then ordered up the houses but there still be niggas hiding in it
Need to get a fix my nigga
Lighter is the bullet and my fingers on the trigger
As i smoke the crack rock but cracks in the asphalt, shit
I held the lighter in my palm and i tighten my fist