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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? SongtexteYeah 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 Aus Songtexte Mania