- this is the beginning of your end
- spitting raps in double tap, making sure you don't avenge
- shin splints just from sitting on the bench
- grovel to your coach but he'll never let you in
- so instead, go ahead and sip on a lion's head
- while i take shots of tiger's blood like i don't give a what
- oh yeah, i'll fuck up the whole pattern
- then return back to the scene just to see what happens
- and your still yapping and flapping, rapping about trapping
- stuck in a past or another man's actions
- i can cherish the fact you're not embarrassed at that
- you're balling but one check from falling off the map
- thinking the world is flat and you high up in the at
- must fear.
- but unfortunately that is something that i just don't hear
- get 7 years of bad luck, just so you can look in the mirror
- when you go to put the shard out
- stuck in the side of your lungs when you breathe it makes a fart sound
- you now have the breath control of an asthmatic
- surrounded by cats pinned under a car in traffic
- now isn't that tragic?
- like my screams of silence radiating from speaker cabinets
- cats that know me, asking if i still spit bars
- well here's a napkin so you can wipe that snickers off
- or stick your face in a lion's head and let it lick it off
- you're like a chick coming thru, that doesn't want dick at all
- and I'm sick of it all and i'll go hardcore
- giving yall more like a guitar to the floor
- and give it my all till there's blistering sores
- and blood spritzing from all of my pores
- [fuck it] I'm kicking down this whole hallway of doors
- and letting the juice loose on all of you whores
- and then i'll throw in the towel
- not because i give up, but so yall can wipe down
- building brides rigged with explosives
- for those with ferocious ulterior motives
- talking all crazy, coming off shady
- better off drinking the first piss of a newborn baby
- so you can clean up your act
- like when i see a chick covered in tats and my penis reacts
- some TMI like a BM 5
- times in one day
- all's fair in love and war, and i didn't come out to play
- taking body parts to showoff in my display
- and no matter what measures get taken
- i'll release the krakken, your whole foundation gets shaken
- now who's next to get it cracking
- put a finger on my plate and wait to see a reaction
credits
from The Happiest Sad Face,
released February 26, 2013
Written by Carl Kavorkian
Produced by Lou Cypher
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