I'm Mr Wear A Crown,
Walk around your bitch inside my PalBall
I could buckle down on any clowns with half my sound off
Lookin' round this shitty city
Clearly life is awful so
Leave it to me to start some shit to be involved in
Leading boring lives, see a nine to five cost ya
Half your soul, why the other mains hostile
Don't become a product, why man do you wanna
Sell ya Time to corrupt CEOs who feed off grime and drama
It's the
Money, money, money,
Money, money, money, yeah
Don't let it fool you when numbers that come from nothin'
Mean somethin
Other than the ones who reek greed hungry
Are the ones who seek nothin
It's funny
It's the Fry's dropped, locked in, lookin' at the clock
Stuck Workin' bored as f*ck till my financial figures up
All False sobriety, man f*cked society
So I'll ascend much higher with the Jesters and the higher beings
But till then, I'm just trapped to walk in place
Shan't I claim to be in prison
With this blunt tucked in my face
Like the tail between my legs when I find that I've been played
By the system in which we helped to create
F*ck the Makers of our fate
Bitch, I do what I want
I'll watch your soul grow tired
While I take a fat shit in yo yard
Me takin' shit too far, then kiss my ash
Off the tip of my big green cigar
Insane man f*ck this life, my self-worth underpriced
I'm not energized, I feel your feelings and they aren't nice
A head of lice, Infected fright, leavin' my body paralyzed
But with my ego at the wheel, just leave the warriors will to fight
Unfortunately, I can't make a really good fist
Or do anything else with my hands
So all I'ma do is stand
Like a dumbass
While I f*ck up everything that I can
Look, dude, everything, what the f*ck
God made man who's been put to power
Crush the people till their dreams devoured
True deceitful, And just kinda evil
But we can't give a f*ck
Man we passing round the blunt
Fry's center rotation, woe here faded to amazment
Feel that buckle round your ankles
Awful basic when you say shit
I'm corrosive entertainment
Still the type of guy you'd find inside your mother's bed or basement
Most of the time in my mind's eye
We're both here picture colored naked
Spending most of my time disguised under a fleshy colored blanket
For the demon that now lies within
My higher sins, hidden thoughts, distraught, and tiredness
Just wanted death till I divided off of lysergic
I ain't got no time for a mistress
A knight may shine but the night grows vicious
F*ck time, as I grow I wither
This world in my palm
Is my soul don't interfere
Stuck wishing that this life would end
If Mystic eyes could purify my mind begin
My luck's run dry
Now time must bend
This cold soul shriveled up to corrupt to mend (damn)
No one wants to have bad luck
And everyone wants to be lucky
Is winning a contest a matter of good luck
Or is it skill
Luck, luck, luck, what's the worth
Man, duck it
I've been out this atmosphere
Causing ruckus, yelling, f*ck this
I don't want to end my life
But I'm so f*cking disgusting
I've been up in my emotions
Pouring tears in beats and buckets
Bought a shallow grave gat
Never took to dope or trapping
But this mask I f*cking sport is f*cking cracked
Unleash the Kraken
I grew up inside a time warp
I ain't your f*cking savior
I'm the kind that's kind of trapped
Between this hell of Now and Later
I'm a monster, see my whole clique is f*cking haunted (see my whole clique haunted)
With the mightiest of shits I'm getting blitzed and playing Conkers
Been where man can't wander
Stuck in Davy Jones Locker
Seeing demons in my room
Taking tabs, so Bonkers
Yeah Luck, Luck, Luck, what's the word
Man, F*ck it
I've been looking through my past in horror
Wake, Succumb, and Suffer
If you think that I'm alone
You'd be right, I'm f*cking nothing
I'm just waiting on the day
I fall into forever slumber
I'm going to find out if I'm really alive
I have to
Look and I can't f*ck with yall
Off that same shit from my favorite drugs withdrawals
It seems that I never call
For help, tough talk
For one who has no balls
Man, I ain't had guts
Since I been eight
My classmates sending the fry
Hate, you bitch made
In sixth grade I took a ball to the face
I couldn't handle myself much
Handle the taste
Of what it feels like
Man, what's the deal
Why these people looking down on me
Real life doesn't feel right
But I'm just trying to chill
Like I should get
Combusting Kush
Now sent through the wood tip
I'm high, how much higher I could get
A fire flower, seeking power off that good shit
MC's clowns, I got amusement park full of them
Feeding their ego
Push that foreskin back, pull a bit, stick it up
Pull a bit, you know I'm in full of it
Full of shit is what I'm talking
I've been on that good as shit
I've been on that Buddha shit
Zen inside my mind
You know I've been meditating
It's been keeping my life fine
Not really
Demons in my spine
It's a I am fight man
Coming off that line
I AM
I LIVE