I Don't Study, I Don't Relax

Please be advised that I do not study, and I do not relax

My n Vomit hit the schizo for a diabetic
Sixteen to plagiarize this pandemic
Just so a fetish medicine a paramedic
Incubated overdose off anesthetics
Pathetic sugar coated asthmatic
Ventolin crafting simply mathematics
I came for your pie Nasdaq's average
Eyes in the skies excuse the lack of practice
Side stat damage equate the madness
Sum it up the sadness due to the darkness
Perpetrated by denial lack of losses
You know who in charge if we left in the office
Em's closet E in the pocket
Devil's night D12 out your toilet
Hot chocolate lactose intolerant aw shit
Blow this motherfucker up carnage promised

Wiggly air through the pods like ya Gods wasn't listening
Talking Armageddon, and I don't wanna miss a thing
Yea, we so blessed on the mic
When we spit on the track consider it a christening
Rhymes transmitted through elegant syntax
Stay stained on ya brains like Gunstock MinWax
I don't know the meaning of relax
Like rust and corrosion we tearing up the tracks
No frontsies back, triple double stamp
Kick a hole through the amp and effectively scram
Goddamn - TOV and Lynx go stupid
With Q on the beat, yo, que the loop end



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Writer(s): David Bupp
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