Parental Discretion Is Advised
All you critics do is move your lips
But
I don't truly give a shit
Most you bitches hypocrites
Sit back and quit the chit chat
Are you gonna hit that
It's been ten minutes since
I first lit the zig zag
Make an impact or die with no purpose
Seems my whole lifes
Been a lie behind curtains
Searching for an answer
That I can't find
Stuck underground like a landmine
Both my hands tied
Including feet
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Man It's super deep
Do you think I'm losin sleep
Well
Truth-fully what did you all do for me
Nothin
Rhyming's like a second language
I speak it fluently
When I beat the beat
It's usually done brutally
Leaving bruises from cheek to cheek
Then steal the jewelry
Walk away like nothin happened
Yellow caution tape
Is what surrounds him
I'm the best and it's evident
Murder tracks this the evidence
Golden plaques plus dead presidents
Off these sentences
I give no fucks
What you think or believe
I'll drive a truck right in front of
You and you're team
Yeah
I'm smashin skulls with my bare fists
While I pack a bowl
Go back home to ya parents
This is for the big boys
I get your bitch then finger her clit
Until she is moist
Yeah
That probably hurt a few feelin's
And if it did
You should jump off a huge buildin
When I speak
I blow the roof off the ceilin
Am I hero or a villain
That's for you too decide
When the full moon arrives
I will morphe in to a beast from the flesh
It sort of seems
Life's a dream inside my head
Will I wake up or am I forgotten
And left forsaken
But
I don't truly give a shit
Most you bitches hypocrites
Sit back and quit the chit chat
Are you gonna hit that
It's been ten minutes since
I first lit the zig zag
Make an impact or die with no purpose
Seems my whole lifes
Been a lie behind curtains
Searching for an answer
That I can't find
Stuck underground like a landmine
Both my hands tied
Including feet
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Man It's super deep
Do you think I'm losin sleep
Well
Truth-fully what did you all do for me
Nothin
Rhyming's like a second language
I speak it fluently
When I beat the beat
It's usually done brutally
Leaving bruises from cheek to cheek
Then steal the jewelry
Walk away like nothin happened
Yellow caution tape
Is what surrounds him
I'm the best and it's evident
Murder tracks this the evidence
Golden plaques plus dead presidents
Off these sentences
I give no fucks
What you think or believe
I'll drive a truck right in front of
You and you're team
Yeah
I'm smashin skulls with my bare fists
While I pack a bowl
Go back home to ya parents
This is for the big boys
I get your bitch then finger her clit
Until she is moist
Yeah
That probably hurt a few feelin's
And if it did
You should jump off a huge buildin
When I speak
I blow the roof off the ceilin
Am I hero or a villain
That's for you too decide
When the full moon arrives
I will morphe in to a beast from the flesh
It sort of seems
Life's a dream inside my head
Will I wake up or am I forgotten
And left forsaken
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Howell
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