Izzy vs Schlumpert

Everything is garbage
And even when I find time, time to relax, why it got to be a problem
I was dealt a bad hand and I want to fold but I already went all in
Man, life is a bitch and that bitch on the porch
At the front door knocking
Knocking like the police
At a kid's funeral when I was fourteen
And I lost my faith in god way before then
When I lost my faith in me I was only three
Cause I always had to see what you don't see
Mother fucker trust me, you don't know me
I don't like this life, I want to rage quit
Think about it too long and I get angry

Fuck is you crying, better call for your mommy
Best shut the fuck up when that Schlumpert is talking
Pick up a tommy then pick up the tommy
Then taking a shotty while shooting the audience
Huh, I'ma Hulk burst through the fourth wall
I'ma hurt y'all and whoever watching it
Like bad crash, Pac as a passenger
Can't take your eyes off of me if I'm passing ya
Fuck is you laughing for
It ain't nothing to laugh about
Nigga I am maniacal, eye of a tiger, a fuck if I'm likable
Give a fuck if I'm likable
Give a fuck if I'm likable
Give a fuck if I'm likable
Give a fuck if I'm likable

Everything is garbage
And even when I find time, time to relax, why it got to be a problem
I was dealt a bad hand and I want to fold but I already went all in
Man, life is a bitch and that bitch on the porch
At the front door knocking
Knocking like the police
Everything is garbage
And even when I find time, time to relax, why it got to be a problem
I was dealt a bad hand and I want to fold but I already went all in
Man, life is a bitch and that bitch on the porch
At the front door knocking
Knocking like the police
Everything is garbage
And even when I find time, time to relax, why it got to be a problem
I was dealt a bad hand and I want to fold but I already went all in
Man, life is a bitch and that bitch on the porch
At the front door knocking
Knocking like the police



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Santiago
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