Bad Mars

Oak wood
That's my go to table
When we're sittin at it
Oh so stable
I grew up hating life
Coulda ended it
Oh so fatal
Glad I didn't now I'm livin'
And I'm oh so able
To reach that bar
And drive it further than a v8 car
Could ever
In any weather
I'm just present and the leader of my
Crea-tive decisions
My flow ambitions
For a c-o-m-petition
You're lacking vision
And I'm 'bout to be changin position
Can't even see what you're missing
Bro you rappin for disses
I'm unconvinced you got passion
You keep diggin them ditches
You lie in 'em
And I'm bout to be happy you missed it
Uh

Don't need permission bro I say whatever
You're so deep in that cellar
You can feel the pressure
I'm more professional I'll let you in
But I'll kick you out again better pick the
Right route you need to fight harder
Cause I can knock you out with one bar
You dumbell
I'm sick and so I'm so good that I done well
You're sick because you're no good and you're unwell
You make the crowd disperse when you spit
Like a bad smell
Fuckin' rat outta hell
You fuckin mad that I got better when you can't even spell
You rebel
From any learning is your world hurting?
Enough pity in your sack, keep the earth turning

When it rains it pours
You know them days when you swear
It's never been this way before
You aim at a corpse
And say it's deja vu
But then you wonder where to store it
Cause your closets full
So you move on to the next door
And the next door
And the next
And eventually you will come directly in contact
With a portion of yourself you never met before
That could be the end
Or you take the red pill, let's explore
You don't understand where you are anymore
But you know you tapped the right start
Less is more
I'm here to test the waters
Here to bless your ears
So you can rest ashore
Madness is from the man himself
Salvador
Man I'll walk on acid
Never trippin' while you back into a wall of flacids
Take it raw like Brazzers
Im appalled all you rappers
Sound like jawless jabbers
Uh
Yeah you sound fast
But you wrote a paragraph of the same shit
That is what I call an autograph
Fuckin blah blah
You cunts are Mars Bars
All dried up and lifeless
Think you're special, ed?
Well I'm the fuckin' milky way
I'm as big they come
Can't hit me with a raygun
Swallow napalm
And implode killing everything
Not leaving anyone
Fighting every other galaxies
Battle with their aliens
I'm as amazed that I pull it from my cranium
A dream state to be playing at a stadium
Spazzin out my face like a two headed tasmanian
Can never take back what I say
Dont have enough uranium
Uh uh yeah
I hang it up like a painting to stop the walls talkin
Yeah
Borderline crazy
Tryna be like Ye be when he escaping the matrix
And ending up being hated on every radio station
That still be playing his greatest hits
Paradox of a playpen
If you wanna clown around
I'll put a bomb in your basement
Syke
I'm locking you down there with
John Wayne Gacy
You can team up if you like
Unless that propane saves me
Boom

Messy
Wake em up Tekilla