Alphaconda
Life is too hard and my life is a miracle
Spitting that shit with that serial killer flow
I don't give fucks about you or a bitch at all
Making my money then turning invisible
You and your shit are so god damn predictable
I don't wan talk about pennies I'm pinching though
Rolling the nickels and dealing the cards is the every day life of a fucked individual
Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that anyone taking time to hear out my lyrics
Although I'm not with you in person, I'll forever live in this song as a ghost or a spirit
My energy endless enters and exits the brain at a rate of confusion that can't be examined
My very existence reduces entire villages to incurable famine
Sup lil bitch whats crackin
I'mma get rich no cappin
Fuck all the lemmings, they jumping off bridges
Imma be there when it happens
Check out my beats they snapping
Put it in reverse then back in
Spendin no money you probably wondering how I stay killing the fashion
You probably wondering how I continue to go while your whole crew is slackin
You probably wondering how this can be, but I'm just so incredibly tapped in
You probably wondering when the best time for you to go out and plan your attack is
You think you a beast, you think you a dog, but the sad, unfortunate fact is
Nobody killing me anytime soon, as long as my mother is breathing
A militant army of savages building inside of the underlying meaning
The river is cold, the forest is dark, the fears and the phobias reeling
I hope for your sake that you never run in to me, not in your streets or your dreaming
I carry a plague that follows my name that kills every hope to believe in
I slept in a grave, I woke in a daze to lies in the speech of a demon
Serious case, tear off my face, my brain is the threat to my sanity
Threat to society, threat to myself, faith in the end of humanity
Spitting that shit with that serial killer flow
I don't give fucks about you or a bitch at all
Making my money then turning invisible
You and your shit are so god damn predictable
I don't wan talk about pennies I'm pinching though
Rolling the nickels and dealing the cards is the every day life of a fucked individual
Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that anyone taking time to hear out my lyrics
Although I'm not with you in person, I'll forever live in this song as a ghost or a spirit
My energy endless enters and exits the brain at a rate of confusion that can't be examined
My very existence reduces entire villages to incurable famine
Sup lil bitch whats crackin
I'mma get rich no cappin
Fuck all the lemmings, they jumping off bridges
Imma be there when it happens
Check out my beats they snapping
Put it in reverse then back in
Spendin no money you probably wondering how I stay killing the fashion
You probably wondering how I continue to go while your whole crew is slackin
You probably wondering how this can be, but I'm just so incredibly tapped in
You probably wondering when the best time for you to go out and plan your attack is
You think you a beast, you think you a dog, but the sad, unfortunate fact is
Nobody killing me anytime soon, as long as my mother is breathing
A militant army of savages building inside of the underlying meaning
The river is cold, the forest is dark, the fears and the phobias reeling
I hope for your sake that you never run in to me, not in your streets or your dreaming
I carry a plague that follows my name that kills every hope to believe in
I slept in a grave, I woke in a daze to lies in the speech of a demon
Serious case, tear off my face, my brain is the threat to my sanity
Threat to society, threat to myself, faith in the end of humanity
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Writer(s): Patrick Sullivan
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