King Slack

If life's a game I guess I'm waiting till my turns up
Fill a bed with sweat, bet I rip my shirt up
The internets a thing that everybody's heard of
It still takes me 8 weeks just to get a verse done
Props to writers block for making this the worst one
Since the first verse I realized I could curse
Fuck you and all the stupid shit you're riding in on
Rhyming like a dry cunt is why you're getting spit on
Rapping like wackness is fact is why you're getting spit at
Why in nine years you'll hear me bitten on like ship rats
You Egyptians build empires but lack syntax
Got images instead of words, all I heard was big ass
Big stacks and tall grass, check the kids stats
Quarter in a blunt, I'll kill that in three snaps
Everything I borrow, you'll never see back
Even if I say you will, I sincerely mean that
Easily influenced, King Slack
Cleans up dapper, rather wallow in the weed patch
See me lean back, glean snacks off g bags
I keep it low carb: hard liquor and some seed packs
"Eat, spit, be happy" we relax
Waste time facing rewinds like relapse
Straight in caves, way too brave to chase the dragon
If these rooms walls had ears, all they'd hear was bragging
Weeks past a year loses fear hates the wagon
Doesn't mean much he has such established habits
Ducking class, convincing all you fucks he's good at rapping
Slacking on all action to keep laughing, backpacking
Kayak brains who step to me, claim they're fucking captains
What's happened is the shoe slipped, loose lips ain't half it
Get sunk down, clown shaped cookie cutter couch cutouts
A stout hero with doubts hears shouts, he rolls but grabs the dugout
Just to maintain, the game remains until he runs out
Of things to say complain about, so his days stay strung out
Into weeks you try to speak to him he sticks his tongue out
Scammers need to learn some manners damnit spit your gum out