Bloody Mucus Tar Ball

Lyrics

Man's on the couch crashed off of meth Probably need to check if he's sleepin or fuckin dead But all I've ever done is waste all my breath Way I'm livin you would think I wasn't terrified of death Trying to fight away the drinkin right now though I'm throwin up Still I feel the itch and I'm thinkin I need to feel this cup To get the taste out, throw on MF Doom Ignore the mess through the smoke of the cigarette, closing the bedroom door Desensitized from where I live, that's how it is Got bums out on benches barely a minute away from palaces Still I don't wave when I'm walkin by Bitching like I'm not a part of the problem, my mind's colonized You busy fighting for status, cash, and ass Court tickets to Cavs, you'll be at your job when it blasts And I tend to ask how I can know this, yet give it all for these dollars Feel I'm white lighter destined, leavin hidden messages for scholars Had to grow up start respectin what I say more Recognizin in my rotten teeth sat this claymore Don't mean to be so hateful, ain't felt like myself in years I'm countin change up for nuggets, homies got wives and careers Sometimes I talk without meaning to, losin track of a week or two is normal shit When hells around it's hard to find the peace in you Afraid to talk about, shit's so common now it's corny Barely actin human, then we askin why the gunman count growin Disconnected from people rather speak to that screen They go through years of school but clueless what that hat means You shitty fake monsters with scripts like Ed Norton You ain't gotta deal with this and have you relationships distorted Cause they feel like they don't know you, switch in minutes Feel like something else control you, wake up in your homies kitchen That's my life, makin shitty moves while I trudge slowly Tryin to separate the truth from the lies that they say they told me But who's lyin who's lyin is hard to conclude Y'all go as far to think the government's projectin the moon just to fool the flat planet And Y'all just pick and choose facts Only give a shit about the current topic of that news cast And whatever The View's cast are crowin bout Like Ye they just confuse all the nuance that leave my open mouth Think I'm tryin to play shooter like Bradley Cooper Can't discern it, used to followin, so they left in a stupor And now the same ones shit talkin end up in my inboxes Feel I'm outgrowin lots of friends, almost wish I could stop it Maybe that's the process, feelin exhausted But no hands'll fill these pockets but mine, "damn it he hasn't lost it Who we gonna diss on without his noggin to piss upon?" Divy up the remnants, the ends and odds of the lyric god When he's long gone shut up, let him sleep Ain't heard no silence in a decade it's growin worse by the week Son you shouldn't duel with the cigarette shogun Bloody mucus tar ball loaded in his throat gun You ain't the one they payin for, you Ho Ho Lun They on they phone scrollin til they know your shit show's done Yeah my homies never Nae Nae'd, still in love with the old age That's how I keep goin, I keep my nose in the "flow-nase" There's no gain with no pain, no need for "are you okay" You can play with patronizing when he let the final bowl blaze (yeah)