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    [Hook 2x]
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I want to dig my way to hell
    I want to dig my way to hell

    [Verse 1]
    Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder
    Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
    It's what you're suffering from
    when you simply don't care if its an
    80 degree day and theres no fricken air conditioning
    And you can't see the big terrace risen
    'Cus you got the windows up
    blaring the system in your chevrolet prism
    The devil ain't on the level same as him
    Just someone who rebels in straight masochism
    And imagine him giving him an adjective
    an ass whooping so bad they should put his ass in prison
    I word bully I verbally abuse verbs
    like he did something to me personally
    Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap
    Caddilac from a K Car,
    My ass from a hole in a ground, still can't tell a [?]
    Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
    To shop at k-mart and it became art
    And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are
    To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
    At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart
    In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a fuck I don't play!
    You think you saw this basket first?
    Yeah backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay
    Illest shit you could think I would say
    Mind's like a pile of clay
    When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
    Put a gaping hole in it
    Tied him around my neck
    went down the fire escape of the Empire State
    Straight fell straight down to the ground
    splattered all over the entire state
    And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates
    So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
    But I sacheted around flames with a match
    and I gave him the gas face [?]
    And this got nothing to do with a scalar
    By the way thoughts are getting darker by the day
    I'm a combination of Skylar Grey,
    Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
    It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical
    Paint my face with clown make up
    and a smiley face I'm insane
    Every rhyme I say [?] like an ultra violet ray
    I?m sellin hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat
    $11.99 so come on and pile a plate
    I?m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
    With the rhyme I?m spittin while I?m shittin' on the competition
    In the meantime it?s always mean time

    [Hook 2x]

    [Verse 2]
    I?ve been a career asshole
    I don?t see why these people always got my back
    I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake
    But I was put here not by accident
    I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
    Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel
    in this shit
    And I?m coming to get that quarter back
    [?] the drama can build
    Your mama can ask me for my autograph
    That cougars a Milf, she's the oldest trick in the book
    But I sure would fall for that
    You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
    When I get on the mic I'm a snap
    Make you wish the ambulance
    that took me to the hospital when I overdosed
    would have caught a flat
    If it makes you sick to your stomach pass it
    Indigestion my suggestions [?]
    If it feels like I'm running away with the game
    Its 'cus I am don't speculate spectate
    All I got is ?? days and insults for decades
    But I get by my wicked ways lady
    you can suck a dick till your neck aches
    Cry till you get puffed eyes red face
    But I'm leaving on this jet plane
    I'm sick of pounding a squarepagan
    around all ?? of the catchrays
    But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage
    over headspace
    Cuz you just ain't big enough to fit your damage ???
    Other words don't try to put the heart in a headcase
    Cuz baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds
    I peed my bed
    I'm going blind I don't see my legs I keep on falling down
    No wonder you can't stand me I need my cane
    Someone help me I think my face is melting
    You ???my grains these maggot in my brain
    This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head
    If you read my mind you can see my pain
    And you'd see why I'd be this way
    Ever since I was ???playin' with ??
    Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

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