Erfurt latrine, y'all murderous turds in pee
Old like Barbarossa barfed up third cuisine
I'm in Barbados or the Grenadines
Paying no dime for a break, pirates of the Caribbean
Shout out the Bay the Zachary's was schmackin
Listening to Mac Dre in the Maybach backend
I don't smoke or drive but we rip riding
You look like you spoke a lie or got the grip hiding
Get right in
With each new ride crush the old best-of
Mahmoud Sharawi chew, Polar Extra
And I went on to do it cool, you're liable to do it too
I promise what you're going through is audible with poems true
Yea thank you later, I'll thank you all
Made your whole law just to save your jaw
And all all along it's flawed, just wrong
I know they'll robe a post with their vaudeville picture
G-men know not to throw a cent, too sick to really pitch in
I gotta load to throw the monkey wrench in
"Hardcore nihilist"
Difference between me and homicidist is I prefer art before violence
While bony musicians still fidget for a chart or a signing
Every young butt's fart going diamond
I hope you like playing roulette with data sets and snippets
Fit in that ambient Tourette tics, Ambiens and whippits
It's a mountain to quit living
New ground, who bound to blam it any minute
Hill to die on, pie in the face
Price of slow pace shilling a gimmick tide in
Riddled with too much pride and
Hindered yuh relevance hitting a pedal quick
"I don't wanna go forward
I'm supposed to set a trend, redeeming them is torture
I mean what's the point toward?
Making tunes or deploying annoyance?"
Tape proves the noise is multiple voices
Your pain is not new, some old mutineer coined it
Subscribing to nothing is still a subscription
Your edgelordisms not the gotcha you envisioned
Cowboy, wind-blowing, ciggy in hand
Inventive virility, machining some inner man
End self if sham turned malevolent plan
The innocent shan't stand victim to your demand
I hate the aggression, debate triggering content
Loose Friends played with language, no one asked for the context
Got used to explaining humor behind closed doors
But only when the confusion introduced the discourse
Feel no shame in what I do, releasing what I have
To think separate speech, salesmanship is where it's sad
Bitten hard on bullet getting marketing of music
The darn bark influence, the artists hardly do it
The key is always knowing or being the socialite
Hardly what you're showing if goal is for dough & the light