Christian Worsley - Room 237 Lyrics

A nigga use to play the violin back in 4th grade n'shit
Got me reminiscing
Hey, hey, hey, grey, grey, grey, area area, area
Uh
Christian
Hmph!
Me, Myself & I my only competition
Kickback & play my role while y'all audition
Different conditions, way too slick with the diction
The man and the myth is, really a f*cking magician
That, niggas don't wanna play with
Have ya face looking tight like you got a damn facelift
Out of mind, out of sight, hover round in my spaceship
Get out of line shit you might be on a shirt and it say rip
Pussy
F*cking rest in peace
F*ck I feel like I'm the best outta the East
Give em' chills as I rhyme and I unleash the beast
Instant kill get aligned like its Call Of Duty
Yeah
The Full Metal Jacket
But it's mental, shit is simple how I put em' in caskets
Off the temple, pop you pimples, nigga, I AM proactive
Sentimental instrumental, shit I'm sick of you bastards
Grey, grey, area area, area