Self Diagnosis

Lyrics

[Intro] *Mumbling* Uh Hmmm [Verse] Let me give you my Self Diagnosis, Well, I am dopeness As I wrote this, I could smell my opponents Sly aromas, held by a nose sniff Even when I'm hell tired you can tell I am focused I just wanna sell my emotions on a beat but leak myself via Trojans Broke as a self-hired coach is With a flow so explosive, it could melt fire hoses Ball breakers, yeah you're all fakers Only thing worse than chairs in crawl spaces Is going to a venue you got your show with I'm claustrophobic, scared of small places If anyone stares it all changes Psyche Ward cunt, prepare to brawl, haters Yeah I brawl naked, I don't care if it's fair & I'm very aware it's all ages Fame grower, blazing flame blower We ain't the same bro it's a shame your lane's slower You're aiming way lower, I've changed the game yo I'm the strange insane flower, amazing brain blower I ain't Noah, but brah I've been flooded Rep getting bigger than Cardi B's butt in some dardy jeans Strutting to R & B covers, but more fucked than Charlie Sheen's blood is Fuck it, imma threat it might seem Even though, I'm just repping my scene Rappers getting mad cause their fans recognise me I could use my YouTube as my second I.D Yeah you better get some better Nikes if you ever try step in my league, I see These other guys getting all the hype, please They gotta sound good when I let em bite me I've been Legendary since Mum had to go get ten caesareans just to get me out Then to swear me in, made the doctor go vegetarian Said we're scaring him, can't blame ya doc As soon as it's past eight o'clock I start shaking lots My last neighbour knocked & my brain stalled But it takes balls when you castrate a cock, what? I didn't wanna see dudes die & I didn't wanna seem too high Or get a fucking DUI but I'm guessing we don't always get what we want Especially when it's me who drives So look deep in my sweet blue eyes & you'll see that Complete's too wise If you're keen for a beef dude fine, I'll defeat you Even give you a re-do twice cause at least you tried You can get a Z+ for effort & get fucked, neck cut, beheaded You best just forget it, your rep sucks, less tough than feathers So rest up, next cunt who steps up can get it, deaded All this fucking net stuff's pathetic You send us threats just to edit the text up, regret it Then stuff gets chucked on Reddit, they slept on me now Watch these bed bugs get shredded Yeah, I got a plan to assassinate Going more ham than platter plate Stand in this rapper's way, imma be ramming the barricade Every other man's more bland than a Carrot Cake I'll throw your whole fam into traffic mate Slap the fake tan off your Nanna's face & I would crack her safe I don't give a damn if that I'm racking eight grand Imma spend it on a van & some Gaffer tape My shit is slick as it's wicked, my wick is lit & my wit is horrific hitting your wicket, your chick is licking her lips & she picks to visit my gig cause My dick is sticky & thick & I'm quick to tic her a ticket Wishing to kick it, the bitch is fricking specific She's sipping liquorice liquor & strippin, whispering "Hit it" I did it, shit I admit it, an inconsiderate bigot Imagine me tryna gradually stick a brick in a cricket I just wanna make music profound But it's hard when there's all of these intruders around, a stupid amount There's too many losers to count I've been seeing less stars than my Uber account Yeah, I'm due for a crown, give me one bitch Cause I'm repping Perth City where the gritty cunts live I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that's pretty much it That's my Self Diagnosis [Outro] *Mumbling* I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that's pretty much it That's my Self Diagnosis *Mumbling* I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that's pretty much it That's my Self Diagnosis