Laughing To Oneself
Devil's six
Devil's six
Met the grim reaper while I floated down to hell
Felt the fire burn inside my chest, inside my head
Waited for my soul to resurrect so I could bail but shackles held me down to pay for all The pain I've dealt
Now my body's elsewhere, no more tears, no one cares till they burn
Watching as I'm buried beneath the dirt and I be begging for a second chance to do Better but my voice is unheard under the crazy weather
Six feet, take a seat, death's in session and walk these streets with the best of your Intentions
I get attention from these bitches trying to get me really fucked, I'm in a relationship with These slits from my palm extending up
I got centipedes inside of me
Maggots fill my cup
Roaches crawl on me, biting me, playing with my luck
Poking out my throat, words of hatred feeling stuck
Trying to tell myself I'm trash, tell myself to lose all hope
Man I feel like trash, it do be like that
Got no time to work on bars, chilling with the rats
Animals I've trapped, really all I have, tell them about my life issues but they fucking Laugh
But what is, funny
Life be, something bumpy
Clutches, tighten, toughen, I'm incoming
I'm here now, kind of appeared out, of nowhere
I'll walk this sphere round & round, with some beers downed
Looking more out of my mind then what's already clear, WOW
I just hear countless bullshit, my poor fucking ears, OW
You mirror clowns, I mean reflect on the joke that is you & in your tears, DROWN
Anyways, I'll just walk around this place, with a pace, that's different than my normal Haste
It's sorta picked up like a habit after a few days
That's strange, cuzz I felt something new, coming on to, could just be the shrooms I ate
Mind waves are high, wait
WHY, Aye
I'M GREAT, sike
HATER, no, I'd say
QUIET, hey, I
NEIGH, I'm
WAIT, irate
CRY BABY, I'd rage
QUITE LAME, ohh why hate
WAIT, Wait, wait, wait
It's cool, for real
Sorry for the interruption y'all, a quick conversation with myself is crucial still
Even if it is an argument meant to debilitate, I'll work with it, cuzz I know I'm stuck into a Deal
My soul remains mostly mine, but it now has this loose free will
In exchange I get to, improve my skill
I must sound delusional, but if you can't see it, then that's perfect, so I'll sit back trying to Just chill
Whipping the black
Burban in matt
Tinted burgundy Mac
Red dot stock drum
30 attached
Hits after hits so cold still
Burning ya track
Tennessee whiskey whole
Bottle a that
Ain't it funny ya carry weight
But
Burdens can't carry ya back
Scariest fact
Hilarious infact
I'ma goat
Nefarious my raps
Carry this in fact, I'ma go
Cause anywhere I'm at
Comparing us in rap is a joke
There ain't a bone in my body
Burning me bad
Heard ya last shit
Ya music
Just ain't moving me sad
Ya can't see through the hate
I shine right through break
For light
Slowly i take
A life
If only i
I find reason to weep for weeks
Speak for the weak to see but
Still wanna leave mine alone
And i
Seek shelter in my dying home
And i
Let alone the other lows
Minds of freaks an hoes
And i'm
Blowin smoke at foes
The mind of weak an older
Times when I was creeping low
To find what's mine
In time
To reap an sow
Reaper so
Steady swinging scythes slow
Sike his whole
Motives rolling dices loaded
Taking shit to serious, was steering this, circle of life like a steering wheel, veering left
But I'm
I'm over that tho, at least I'm pretty sure I am, yo
Ohh well, I'll find out eventually, high or sober I'll snap, no Thanos
Just an asshole, sorta loving it by now, took time to craft bro
Ain't really what I was wanting, but it took a lot of bullshit out my path, WOAH
Of course there's new bullshit, but it's less gradual, yunno
These bars keep levelled like they were prescribed antidotes
I write out 50 albums worth of lyrics & don't even use half of those
Randomly got the urge to smack up a MAGA dope, so I pulled out this track & spoke What the fuck I had in my head, as I wrote
If not then you'll see me catching crows, on a sunday afternoon, tryna curse the church With them & some dark magic, so, I'm glad I've got this fucking rap to own
I'm not cocky, that's just my dumb self
I know I'll be one shelved, rapper, but I'm rapping with some well, versed motherfuckers Bringing all hell
Looking at the others looking dense as a thousand pound dumbbell
WHAT THE FUCK, well, I do feel like laughing to oneself, is preferred, but I forget & just Yell
Sorry, sorry, I don't really feel that guilt, but I know that is just what sells
Oozing blood cells, out my nose, fuck it use it similar to Arthur Fleck did, because I do Not think that he is unwell
Alright
Devil's six
Met the grim reaper while I floated down to hell
Felt the fire burn inside my chest, inside my head
Waited for my soul to resurrect so I could bail but shackles held me down to pay for all The pain I've dealt
Now my body's elsewhere, no more tears, no one cares till they burn
Watching as I'm buried beneath the dirt and I be begging for a second chance to do Better but my voice is unheard under the crazy weather
Six feet, take a seat, death's in session and walk these streets with the best of your Intentions
I get attention from these bitches trying to get me really fucked, I'm in a relationship with These slits from my palm extending up
I got centipedes inside of me
Maggots fill my cup
Roaches crawl on me, biting me, playing with my luck
Poking out my throat, words of hatred feeling stuck
Trying to tell myself I'm trash, tell myself to lose all hope
Man I feel like trash, it do be like that
Got no time to work on bars, chilling with the rats
Animals I've trapped, really all I have, tell them about my life issues but they fucking Laugh
But what is, funny
Life be, something bumpy
Clutches, tighten, toughen, I'm incoming
I'm here now, kind of appeared out, of nowhere
I'll walk this sphere round & round, with some beers downed
Looking more out of my mind then what's already clear, WOW
I just hear countless bullshit, my poor fucking ears, OW
You mirror clowns, I mean reflect on the joke that is you & in your tears, DROWN
Anyways, I'll just walk around this place, with a pace, that's different than my normal Haste
It's sorta picked up like a habit after a few days
That's strange, cuzz I felt something new, coming on to, could just be the shrooms I ate
Mind waves are high, wait
WHY, Aye
I'M GREAT, sike
HATER, no, I'd say
QUIET, hey, I
NEIGH, I'm
WAIT, irate
CRY BABY, I'd rage
QUITE LAME, ohh why hate
WAIT, Wait, wait, wait
It's cool, for real
Sorry for the interruption y'all, a quick conversation with myself is crucial still
Even if it is an argument meant to debilitate, I'll work with it, cuzz I know I'm stuck into a Deal
My soul remains mostly mine, but it now has this loose free will
In exchange I get to, improve my skill
I must sound delusional, but if you can't see it, then that's perfect, so I'll sit back trying to Just chill
Whipping the black
Burban in matt
Tinted burgundy Mac
Red dot stock drum
30 attached
Hits after hits so cold still
Burning ya track
Tennessee whiskey whole
Bottle a that
Ain't it funny ya carry weight
But
Burdens can't carry ya back
Scariest fact
Hilarious infact
I'ma goat
Nefarious my raps
Carry this in fact, I'ma go
Cause anywhere I'm at
Comparing us in rap is a joke
There ain't a bone in my body
Burning me bad
Heard ya last shit
Ya music
Just ain't moving me sad
Ya can't see through the hate
I shine right through break
For light
Slowly i take
A life
If only i
I find reason to weep for weeks
Speak for the weak to see but
Still wanna leave mine alone
And i
Seek shelter in my dying home
And i
Let alone the other lows
Minds of freaks an hoes
And i'm
Blowin smoke at foes
The mind of weak an older
Times when I was creeping low
To find what's mine
In time
To reap an sow
Reaper so
Steady swinging scythes slow
Sike his whole
Motives rolling dices loaded
Taking shit to serious, was steering this, circle of life like a steering wheel, veering left
But I'm
I'm over that tho, at least I'm pretty sure I am, yo
Ohh well, I'll find out eventually, high or sober I'll snap, no Thanos
Just an asshole, sorta loving it by now, took time to craft bro
Ain't really what I was wanting, but it took a lot of bullshit out my path, WOAH
Of course there's new bullshit, but it's less gradual, yunno
These bars keep levelled like they were prescribed antidotes
I write out 50 albums worth of lyrics & don't even use half of those
Randomly got the urge to smack up a MAGA dope, so I pulled out this track & spoke What the fuck I had in my head, as I wrote
If not then you'll see me catching crows, on a sunday afternoon, tryna curse the church With them & some dark magic, so, I'm glad I've got this fucking rap to own
I'm not cocky, that's just my dumb self
I know I'll be one shelved, rapper, but I'm rapping with some well, versed motherfuckers Bringing all hell
Looking at the others looking dense as a thousand pound dumbbell
WHAT THE FUCK, well, I do feel like laughing to oneself, is preferred, but I forget & just Yell
Sorry, sorry, I don't really feel that guilt, but I know that is just what sells
Oozing blood cells, out my nose, fuck it use it similar to Arthur Fleck did, because I do Not think that he is unwell
Alright
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Writer(s): Catching Crows
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