Losing My Linear (feat. Deej the Messanger)

Bif a mug with no handle
Off the shallow end
I'm a fucking handful
Break into your house and steal your favorite pair of sandals
Diseased
Moly Ringworm
16 vandels
Hate me please
Folly plunder
I know I am
And how to disable
Your good time
No wonder I'm the party bummer

Losing my linear

Buyers and sellers
From the fire the cellar
High as propellers
Shit I'm high as Coachella
Loud pack like Sting from Wolfpack
The kush strands turn the brain into cooked egg
Trying to touch paper like typewriters
Pulled up clutch scraping like Night Rider
Mike Myers with a mic wired
The mind wired the napalm inside the live wire

Losing my linear

You could probably find hypocrisy wherever I hide
But I'm on Reddit now cuz Facebook lied
Full of myself
Myself pity and destructive pride
I'm on streaming services now cuz Sound Cloud died

Losing my linear

Sidewinder
The Pied Piper
These dick riders get car tires
I'm far better
The scard leather
The dart spitter
The bar setter
The Hard hitter
Shit the shart flinger
Gagging off the wax in the bath tub
Smokin on the shatter getting back rubs
She says that you lack lust lacklust
I eat it from the back now that's love

Losing my linear

I am basic grayscale
I am unrelated entrails
I'm on a different level of fail
I am off the fucking rails
I am basic grayscale
I am unrelated entrails
I"m on a different level of fail
I am off the fucking rails

Losing my linear

Blunt roach
No Freddy roach when we punch throats
I'm Chris Brown when I punch hoes
Clip sounds like drum roll
Dick down these dumb hoes
Then skip like jump rope
I'm the shit like bung holes
On that shit like I'm dope
Throw a grand at your bitch
Tell her to get a life

Losing my linear

We are the rust of stardust
Our own fictional depiction of the vision we all lust
We are the crust of non-trust
An interpretation of what makes us not us
We are the worst of stardust
A barely functional society derived from the either
We are the crust of non-trust
Do you follow
Yeah me neither

Losing my linear

She says I got an attitude
She says that I'll smack rappers til my hand is blue
She says that I love the way I see beauty
Shoot the shit with yo bitch like we're skeet shooting
No pea shooter
Heckler and Koch to the bump stock
Gun pops like drum rolls
Punk rock
Skunk pot in the bubble bath soothing
Smoking bubble hash in an all black hoopty

Losing my linear

I'm a fucking handful
Hate me please
I need something to stand for
I crave the heat
Give me another anthem
I crave the beef
I start with breaking limbs
When I need to feed
I start with breaking limbs
When I need to feed

Losing my linear



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Parker
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