FUCK

VERSE 1:
FUCK
I MIGHT AS WELL SLIP INTO LIFE AS WE KNOW IT
WE'RE FAR FROM THE TRUTH AND THE MASSES WILL SHOW IT
WE'RE LEFT TO DECAY OR WE'RE LEFT WITH THESE CHOICES YOU PUT ON YOURSELF
WHERE WILL WE RUN?
WHERE DO WE GO WHEN THE TIMING IS UP?
I'D RATHER LAY LOW AND DRIFT WHERE THE WIND GOES
MY MIND IS A CELLAR, I'M MISSING MY HALO
I REAP LIKE TORNADOES, AYE
GIVING EM ALL THE WICKED SHIT I SPIT INTO THESE VERBALS
WHEN I RAP IT MAKES A CIRCLE
SO I TAKE A SEVERED HEAD FROM THE FLOCK
AND THEN RETURN UPON A STAFF AND GET IT CRACKING
I BE BURNING UP MY JOURNALS
ALL ALONE BUT I STEADY TAKE IT HOME
IT'S THE PACK OF THE LOUD AS I'M SITTING ON A THRONE
DON'T WATCH WHAT I'M DOING, BITCH STOP WITH THE SNOOZING
KICK ROCKS FROM A CAVERN OF A WORLD THAT I'M CONTROLLING

VERSE 2:
FUCK
NUMB IN THE SKULL
SAID I SET THE TONE
AIN'T NEED THAT EXTRA BULL
BUT I GOT SHIT TO GO
DO WHEN I'M FEELING LOW
AND I'VE BEEN FEELING COLD
SAID FUCK IT, LET IT ROLL
I NEED MY OWN DAMN 3 OR 4 GRAM BLUNT LIT
THEN I'M GONE TO THE BACK OF THE ROOM
OR THE BACK OF MY MIND
I COULD NEVER EVER FIND WHAT I BEEN SEARCHED OUT
UNLESS I'M CRIPPLING THE TIME THAT I SPENT HERE
OUT HERE, AND I'M TRIPPING GOT SMOKE BY THE LOAD
FILL MY LUNGS WITH THEM SOULS
FEELING FIRED UP, NEVER WANNA LOSE CONTROL
PUTTIN FLAME TO MY PACK, LEAVE A BODY IN A HOLE
SMOKED OUT LOCED OUT TRIPPY WICKED ACID RAP
FALL SETTING IN ON MY AMBIANCE AND LEVEL PLANS
TO GET THE MOTHAFUCKING DOLLAR AIN'T THE MOTIVATION
I'D RATHER KEEP ON MAKING SHIT FOR ALL THESE FUCKERS HATIN