Master of my Craft
I'm back at it I'm back at it I'm back at it again
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
Yo yo yo just admit that you love it
If this song had a dick then I bet that you would suck it
I'm so sick of doin nothing I feel empty in my stomach
So i carved a jack o lantern went outside and fucked a pumpkin
I sorta humped it kinda like I was titty fuckin
After I came I went inside and I ate a muffin
I'm only here to destroy all the good children's toys
When i crank up my tunes they tell me turn down the noise
I am chocked full of drugs and you need to avoid
Me when I'm high if you have a choice
I need to fill the void until my pharmacist
Can fill up another script of delicious percocets
Overdose the cause of death over easy like my eggs
With a hooker at some sleezy hotel room by the bay
I ran outta there clam chowdered her there's hell to pay
No doubt about it I never doubted it no need to stay
I'm back at it I'm back at it I'm back at it again
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
My bones are turning brittle my mouth is nice and bloody
In a little while I'm gonna change into a zombie
Then I'm gonna eat your body up then wrap myself up in your guts
Somewhere on the highway till I'm smashed by a Bacardi truck
Living wit the living dead it's all good we are friends
Both of us are potheads like horror and goth chicks
We have a lot in common that could be a problem
Ain't no way to solve em acid bath dissolving
In the witches cauldron stirring up a potion
I went to take a spoon full my nostrils started smoking
I am up to no good is wrote across my forehead
Walking with my eyes closed like I am in the morgue dead
Lying on the floor i like the cemetery more but id rather be at scores
Around a bunch of naked whores with cold sores on there
Pours as they spread em Porsche to Porsche
Peddle to floor keep on crankin up the torque
I'm back at it I'm back at it I'm back at it again
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
This track that I was Rippin's bout to claim another victim
Disfunction to the system like a brain aneurysm
Somethin a little different that's the way that I be spittin
The same thing every day is boring I can't pay attention
On my mind whatchu say our conversation was specific
Don't hit me with no bullshit I hate wasting precious minutes
Photo finish neck and neck I'm bout to choke your ass for winning
Imma spoiled little brat who gets participation trophies
Down low and low key profiles only that way strangers cant get to know me
You are in danger when sling blade is mowing
He'll stab your head with a blade he was throwing
Nobody ever told me that id make a killer rapper
And even if they did it was probably meant sarcastic
But here I am this present day with all my talent on display
I fucked your head up in a way and you ain't got no shit to say
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
Yo yo yo just admit that you love it
If this song had a dick then I bet that you would suck it
I'm so sick of doin nothing I feel empty in my stomach
So i carved a jack o lantern went outside and fucked a pumpkin
I sorta humped it kinda like I was titty fuckin
After I came I went inside and I ate a muffin
I'm only here to destroy all the good children's toys
When i crank up my tunes they tell me turn down the noise
I am chocked full of drugs and you need to avoid
Me when I'm high if you have a choice
I need to fill the void until my pharmacist
Can fill up another script of delicious percocets
Overdose the cause of death over easy like my eggs
With a hooker at some sleezy hotel room by the bay
I ran outta there clam chowdered her there's hell to pay
No doubt about it I never doubted it no need to stay
I'm back at it I'm back at it I'm back at it again
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
My bones are turning brittle my mouth is nice and bloody
In a little while I'm gonna change into a zombie
Then I'm gonna eat your body up then wrap myself up in your guts
Somewhere on the highway till I'm smashed by a Bacardi truck
Living wit the living dead it's all good we are friends
Both of us are potheads like horror and goth chicks
We have a lot in common that could be a problem
Ain't no way to solve em acid bath dissolving
In the witches cauldron stirring up a potion
I went to take a spoon full my nostrils started smoking
I am up to no good is wrote across my forehead
Walking with my eyes closed like I am in the morgue dead
Lying on the floor i like the cemetery more but id rather be at scores
Around a bunch of naked whores with cold sores on there
Pours as they spread em Porsche to Porsche
Peddle to floor keep on crankin up the torque
I'm back at it I'm back at it I'm back at it again
When it comes to bangers I'm the undisputed king
From the first to the last track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
This track that I was Rippin's bout to claim another victim
Disfunction to the system like a brain aneurysm
Somethin a little different that's the way that I be spittin
The same thing every day is boring I can't pay attention
On my mind whatchu say our conversation was specific
Don't hit me with no bullshit I hate wasting precious minutes
Photo finish neck and neck I'm bout to choke your ass for winning
Imma spoiled little brat who gets participation trophies
Down low and low key profiles only that way strangers cant get to know me
You are in danger when sling blade is mowing
He'll stab your head with a blade he was throwing
Nobody ever told me that id make a killer rapper
And even if they did it was probably meant sarcastic
But here I am this present day with all my talent on display
I fucked your head up in a way and you ain't got no shit to say
Credits
Writer(s): David Ware
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