Cursed Cobain
Uh the world keeps spinning what's the
Ends to the means
If you don't watch out you'll descend with the fiends
Or have a job that cleans
It don't really matter cause you know what I mean
Flavour favour kick flip by a skater stuck with a taser
Dragged to the pen when does it end
My mic like sword with two blades on it
Mf said don't touch the mic like it's aids on it
Your driving yourself insane like a Honda Accord
Nailed my food to the floor board of my ford
The rats chews the cord il never see and award
You can't best me I got no brain with the devil nerves
The best Mcee with no chain that you ever hear
Can you take what I take Endurance is the word moving back instead of forward
Seems to be absurd
Tied to machines yo we die by macheines
Tryna be set free but the truth is unclean
Living on our knees all we care about is cheese
Can I get some fans please is all I see
Fuck this life is a seesaw you keep playing yourself like a keyboard
My voice is holy with the chords with more rhymes then your church do the lord
And ya can't face it I love the feeling so much I can taste it
I kick the rhymes with my foot off the clutch
If you can't feel then it must be too real to touch
Ends to the means
If you don't watch out you'll descend with the fiends
Or have a job that cleans
It don't really matter cause you know what I mean
Flavour favour kick flip by a skater stuck with a taser
Dragged to the pen when does it end
My mic like sword with two blades on it
Mf said don't touch the mic like it's aids on it
Your driving yourself insane like a Honda Accord
Nailed my food to the floor board of my ford
The rats chews the cord il never see and award
You can't best me I got no brain with the devil nerves
The best Mcee with no chain that you ever hear
Can you take what I take Endurance is the word moving back instead of forward
Seems to be absurd
Tied to machines yo we die by macheines
Tryna be set free but the truth is unclean
Living on our knees all we care about is cheese
Can I get some fans please is all I see
Fuck this life is a seesaw you keep playing yourself like a keyboard
My voice is holy with the chords with more rhymes then your church do the lord
And ya can't face it I love the feeling so much I can taste it
I kick the rhymes with my foot off the clutch
If you can't feel then it must be too real to touch
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Writer(s): Michael Markarian
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