Counted Out
(Let's go!)
Wish I could talk all my shit
Knock your head off with a wrench
But that's what you want, I know it (Yeah!)
You want a reaction out of me
Gotta keep it calm, yeah, that's it
Suppressing the bomb inside of me
I'm waiting for karma to catch up with the last couple of years
Well actually, I don't give a shit
I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (Woah)
There's deficit in the talent in which I can choose to provide or
Watch it deteriorate and crumble into pieces
Up right in front of my eyes
I never been one to let anything go
I do what I want and I work on my own
Just keep me calm and there will be no problem
Beat you like an alcoholic
Eat you like a starving lion
Fuck you with the, uh, condom outta my wallet (Woah)
Goddamn, getting lit like I'm on fire
This something you gotta admire
It's everyday logic, grinding just to get fired
Quicksand reaching my pants
Feeling half stuck like a tampon in the
Vaginal canal of a centaur
I'm an animal in capitals, jaguar in attack mode
Crash and burn like I am Bonnet in NASCAR
When I can't bother to grab onto the track's rubber
I am what you call a track robber
Because the second I get my hands on one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give it the risk of dying like the tips of an emo chicks hair
When they're barely depressed with no guidance
And even been felt by Joe Biden (Wait)
Th-this is the kinda shit that I say to r-rile bitches
I'm vi-vile with it, no time wasted
I meant in nine seconds I-I will surprise you with a song switch
Beat you like an alcoholic
Eat you like a starving lion
Fuck you with the, uh, condom outta my wallet (Woah)
Goddamn, getting lit like I'm on fire
This something you gotta admire
It's everyday logic, grinding just to get fired
(Oh, yeah)
Leave me alone, I need some room
But not too much, don't leave me 'lone
I talk a lot, I know I do
But once I'm gone, you realize who you lost
You're corned up in thoughts
But don't assume that I'm all good
I coulda come up with a better way to respond to you
Wish I could be true to what I say
But when I look back who knew I was like a voodoo houngan
Sticking pins and needles into you like paresthesia
I bet you feel like I keyed you
Even I couldn't believe that what I said was me, yeah
I'm my enemy, gonna need ketamine
Shoot my leg with a 3 millimeter and an axe to my kidney
Gon' sit back and start critiquing me
Oh, and no preventing me
Wish there was a way to remedy it before I break down mentally
All my bridges just had to be in jeopardy
Open the door (Yeah!)
Gonna run all of you over (That's right!)
Bang your head against a boulder (Woo!, Woo!)
Cut you up with a cleaver, maybe a peeler
Fuck it a hawkbill (Cut em' up)
Why do you talk still?
Realistically you are all stale
Get some energy like Duracell
What you see right now is the start of another emcee
No blocks though, just songs to frenzy to
Call it cocaine, I drive you crazy with it
Wait though, 'cause I'm playful with it
Aim with a pencil and paper, I'm dangerous
And the day that I make it
I'll have to pay the price of getting counted out like
Wish I could talk all my shit
Knock your head off with a wrench
But that's what you want, I know it (Yeah!)
You want a reaction out of me
Gotta keep it calm, yeah, that's it
Suppressing the bomb inside of me
I'm waiting for karma to catch up with the last couple of years
Well actually, I don't give a shit
I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (Woah)
There's deficit in the talent in which I can choose to provide or
Watch it deteriorate and crumble into pieces
Up right in front of my eyes
I never been one to let anything go
I do what I want and I work on my own
Just keep me calm and there will be no problem
Beat you like an alcoholic
Eat you like a starving lion
Fuck you with the, uh, condom outta my wallet (Woah)
Goddamn, getting lit like I'm on fire
This something you gotta admire
It's everyday logic, grinding just to get fired
Quicksand reaching my pants
Feeling half stuck like a tampon in the
Vaginal canal of a centaur
I'm an animal in capitals, jaguar in attack mode
Crash and burn like I am Bonnet in NASCAR
When I can't bother to grab onto the track's rubber
I am what you call a track robber
Because the second I get my hands on one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give it the risk of dying like the tips of an emo chicks hair
When they're barely depressed with no guidance
And even been felt by Joe Biden (Wait)
Th-this is the kinda shit that I say to r-rile bitches
I'm vi-vile with it, no time wasted
I meant in nine seconds I-I will surprise you with a song switch
Beat you like an alcoholic
Eat you like a starving lion
Fuck you with the, uh, condom outta my wallet (Woah)
Goddamn, getting lit like I'm on fire
This something you gotta admire
It's everyday logic, grinding just to get fired
(Oh, yeah)
Leave me alone, I need some room
But not too much, don't leave me 'lone
I talk a lot, I know I do
But once I'm gone, you realize who you lost
You're corned up in thoughts
But don't assume that I'm all good
I coulda come up with a better way to respond to you
Wish I could be true to what I say
But when I look back who knew I was like a voodoo houngan
Sticking pins and needles into you like paresthesia
I bet you feel like I keyed you
Even I couldn't believe that what I said was me, yeah
I'm my enemy, gonna need ketamine
Shoot my leg with a 3 millimeter and an axe to my kidney
Gon' sit back and start critiquing me
Oh, and no preventing me
Wish there was a way to remedy it before I break down mentally
All my bridges just had to be in jeopardy
Open the door (Yeah!)
Gonna run all of you over (That's right!)
Bang your head against a boulder (Woo!, Woo!)
Cut you up with a cleaver, maybe a peeler
Fuck it a hawkbill (Cut em' up)
Why do you talk still?
Realistically you are all stale
Get some energy like Duracell
What you see right now is the start of another emcee
No blocks though, just songs to frenzy to
Call it cocaine, I drive you crazy with it
Wait though, 'cause I'm playful with it
Aim with a pencil and paper, I'm dangerous
And the day that I make it
I'll have to pay the price of getting counted out like
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Writer(s): Derrick Martinez
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