Llama Mind

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Freaky] Two Perc 15s weighing down my mind Hoping the spirits don't run when they come for me Don't ask me what the fuck's on my mind I slip and I slip, I'm slipping like I'm on ice All I do is dynomite I want to be on your screen like we're on Skype Sometimes I dress and look like a dyke I drip and I drip, I'm dripping the drip, alright Kidnap DJ For a knee slap and cheesecake For Pete sake's, dude Paint nudes of Saint Jude for crew cuts, beefcakes in blue Pull up to Chipotle like "Why's a white man making my food? Come on, dude.." No, fuck that, I ain't Sammy Davis Jr I won't smile and face the viewer like I'm Judas For 30 pieces of little silver I'd much rather sell my liver (All the cocks that I–) Than be sold down the river On the road we all begin on but we act like we don't know like a bigot Let me know if you dig it 2-4-0 is the digits, it's Freaky (Llama!) [Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst] I took my face out the box with the windows rattling Sabbath in the month of July I caught a wave blown bareback stares down the barrel of a bullet traveling Take me back to death, my soul's javelin He made me in his image? I take a screen capture with the grimace Sentenced myself to social media dependence No friends and no gimmicks, so fuck a million dollars And fuck your million follows, I'ma be a man with no tomorrow 'Til the fire runs out I'll be just another outline in the chalk when my time runs out Or just old and bloated that's how white tends to do this Stupid fucking country never learn to face the music Put in on your pages never say it to their faces What's this freedom with no means of education? For racists, my ancestor's slavers, my ancestor's neighbors A plantation nation, we're all slaves in relation Underlying backbone, crosses burned on country backroads No charge for broken backbones, Hillbilly's bumping Big Pun Battle square a telling sign, we know your hateful asses blind If that's called free speech, then set me on fire (All the cocks that I–) Set me on fire, let me be free one time Set me on fire, let me be free one time Set me on fire, let me be free one time Set me on fire, let me be free one time, one two, one two [Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA & Latocha] I got a bunch of shit on my mind I did my thing with these girls and they stalking me So many things weighing down my mind I can't believe you talk to me (As I st–) My name is Peggy, I think I'm perfect And I spit harder than Degrassi workers I come from the projects where bitches get tossed at And most of my friends are either dead or they tryna rap And that shit makes me sad, I wish they had a father I mean I have a dad, but that nigga never bothered Now I'm not trying to whine, just gotta get these bars up Rapping since a teenager, niggas never gave a fuck But now that I've been on these blogs These niggas want a handout I'ma make 'em work for this cheese Cake like the band now Mix this, master that, my nigga, get your bands out Stand down, Peggy got more styles than Sandow "Ooh, I love your tape!" I guess that's the saying now Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me who's a fan now? Ay, you can't play me like a coon, I ain't foolish, nigga And I'm smart with this money, I'm Jewish, nigga Hungry for this rap shit, my flow's screaming, "bite me" 4chan talking smack, that shit excites me Now you don't like me, huh? You wanna fight me? You gon' swing? Then just do it, nigga, oh, you ain't Nike [Outro] "I'm totally fine now. Sorry about that. Yeah, listen, it's not really to make up for earlier but, how about we try that dating thing again?" "Yes, great. That sounds awesome. It'll be your choice mine is all [?]. Haha, okay, okay, you're on. See you tomorrow." (Sorry about that) (Yeah) (Sorry about that) (Yeah) "Revolutionists and racists believe that the masses have to be lead. Most Americans believe that the people lead. You have heard the people speak. There is commonality, there is hope, and there is still time. It is not yet five minutes to midnight but it is clearly late in the day. Goodnight."