Lyrics

[Intro] It's fucking raining I don't like it when it's raining Well, fuck it. I will record anyways Coughbat Sessions I wrote this shit to "Rockwilder" I guess it fits with this beat, fuck it, I'm going in [Verse 1] Yo, microphone checker Knife to hole, met ya Pipe & bowl, best one Time to go, get up Time to call a breezy with a friend bisexual Happy enough to see a dyke show breasts One time for the sheezy Blow the whole roof off the heezy After I get off the stage, hit another breezy Her nipples poking through her jacket cause it's freezing I get her home & let her jack it, til I eat it Make it heated like a microwave oven I used to battle rappers who don't try to say nothing You should never expect to see the light of day running Don't buy a tape, fuck it bitch, I'll find a way, gunning I ain't shy to make duckets Make it to my class in time to take a test and crash Wake up & get some money I've been breaking meth & crack Where the molly at? Falling back Often I get blocka-blocka naughtiness when coughing hash Busting skullies with a fakie-flip, make 'em sick Take a fifth, make a spliff, roll it up, take a hit Listen to your cajun friend, EK is getting bank from it Craziness, Alabama native trying to make it big, yeah I used to think that writing verses made me fun & skillful Then I got hunger for blood & started running sprints I give the gun a spin, PAP! Roll a blunt again and run before I see the fucking pigs try to cuff a nigga [Verse 2] I sit alone, isolated with my pen to the pad Scheming on money & freedom, looking for questions to ask You're trying to sell it? I'll fucking help you get rid of it fast I fucking work at McDonalds and spit some crispy ass wraps I'm trying to have a whip with the titties out Buy a lighter and I flick, spliff is lit, we count Hella smoke rings coming out my niggas mouth I'm still trying to figure out the secret, what the trick about Hiding highness from my mama was so normal then I walk around with 40 pens, fuck you whores and trends If someone stops me, they just let me sink my boredom in Keeping me from where I wanna go, can I score a win? I mean, shit bro, I'm trying to get my girl back Cause ever since our misunderstanding, I think the world's whack So much anxiety in me that I can hurl snacks Plus everyday I'm feeling more & more like Merle Hag Blisters on my hands, willpower in my membrane You can't make success unless you start without a template Make the shit from scratch, maybe you can get your rent paid If she wanna fuck, I wear a helmet, keep the head safe One hit, head change, sometimes I feel like 50 I gotta get outta hell before they come and get me Nowadays, Rap overflows with a bunch of bitches You ain't busting no clips, pussy you're busting fiction [Bridge] I'm bound to get it, that's a direct self-law I ain't gonna ever fall out, just call me DeathClaw I slept on top of a lady because her breasts soft And if they're big, it might take a while to get lost Walking through the park, shirt backward like Kriss Kross Stumbling & huffing like Rick Ross, a big boss Grab her by the bra, tell her I'm about to take this off And snip the back clasp & put her in a hip toss [Verse 3] Woke up in the evening with my hat already on me Jump up in my whip and notice that the tank is on E People hitting up my fucking celly say they're homies Yet I'm still staying lonely, like quarantine Lost my little sister before she ever opened up her eyes I don't even wonder why, I just really want to cry Back when I was little, way before my brother's time Now she on the other side, beauty of a butterfly Stressing all the time, depression on my mind again Basic ex hoes try to come into my life again I'll be got-damned if I ever make a wife of them When they get to blowing up my line again, I'm hiding quick Some of them show up to my house unannounced And when I see them, I just want to pop a ton of vicodin As I hit the floor, analyzing where my mind has been Striking like a viper, no longer in my environment Friday night, I fry my mind by like 9 I'm trying to find a guided light, shining bright Shy & blind, not wired right, like a time traveling machine If you have to get to me, make you battling cuisine When I'm rapping, I get mean I returned from the bottom with sharp rocks & objects I can show them how to make long shots of progress Massive & obscene, need drop tops & tarps spread