Death Threats (2 Evils)
The missionary hit different when ur fuckin gifted
I'm living life unscripted, as an independent
The Art means more when you lack common capitalistic incentive
Because I need this
Surprised letters don't pile
While Im hanging from the ceiling
And the steps Im taking, got me sinking in the cement
paraplegics bear arms and fight for their rights
put the pen in left hand as I struggle to write
This ain't a crime. I'm just doin what I saw you do
But what I say and what I hear could hardly be the truth
You lied to the booth and plead truth through your tooth
We trusted and you kept lips loose
Bring the malt to the table
Cause I got something unstable
Which is you when im rubbin salt
In your wounds
I was having relations before yo ass was watching looney tunes
And I just can't trust you fruity coons
Step to me and I'll have your ass seeing many moons
Tough talk for a mangled bitch in a dune
All these problems lined up gotta face em
Give a fuck about my style, worth or my placement
Constantly checked out my psyche on vacation
To a place I once enjoyed but now feels vacant
I'm complacent
Said fuck you to everything caught glimpse of myself in the mirror
I saw an enemy
I remember I wrote a death threat when I was 17 it was to me
The feeling hatred got me higher than ketamine
Never felt accepted in the grand scheme of things
Death always tempted me but it meant I left a legacy
So fuck that I wanna be the best the world ever seen
Fuck does that mean?
I don't know I just wanna do something
I'm living life unscripted, as an independent
The Art means more when you lack common capitalistic incentive
Because I need this
Surprised letters don't pile
While Im hanging from the ceiling
And the steps Im taking, got me sinking in the cement
paraplegics bear arms and fight for their rights
put the pen in left hand as I struggle to write
This ain't a crime. I'm just doin what I saw you do
But what I say and what I hear could hardly be the truth
You lied to the booth and plead truth through your tooth
We trusted and you kept lips loose
Bring the malt to the table
Cause I got something unstable
Which is you when im rubbin salt
In your wounds
I was having relations before yo ass was watching looney tunes
And I just can't trust you fruity coons
Step to me and I'll have your ass seeing many moons
Tough talk for a mangled bitch in a dune
All these problems lined up gotta face em
Give a fuck about my style, worth or my placement
Constantly checked out my psyche on vacation
To a place I once enjoyed but now feels vacant
I'm complacent
Said fuck you to everything caught glimpse of myself in the mirror
I saw an enemy
I remember I wrote a death threat when I was 17 it was to me
The feeling hatred got me higher than ketamine
Never felt accepted in the grand scheme of things
Death always tempted me but it meant I left a legacy
So fuck that I wanna be the best the world ever seen
Fuck does that mean?
I don't know I just wanna do something
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Writer(s): Astonio Sumang
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