this kia feels like a hearse (freeverse)
Lemme try to get this in one take
The summer heat uncover these battle scars
Flaws outnumbering the other me to travel far
And that been odd
Put my headphones on, I burn the skin like cattle prods
I'm a cattle prod, I herd these fuckin' after thoughts
Saddle up and then I throw the fuckin' saddle on
I watch for the snakes and then I rattle on
If people wanna let them bullets rattle off
Them bitches gettin' rocked like aftershock
I mean the festival and follow up quake
Earth fallin' apart, I think 'bout that a lot
Don't fuckin' cross me like a chapel top
Go inside and all you seein' is the pastor shot
With crimson pourin' out his fuckin' chatter box
Got pieces missin' from a shattered top
I keep a bat to fuckin' batter cops
Write so much, I got a novel novel, lemme chapter jot
Faking curled lips, it take the skill your favorite actor got
Choppin' up pills and I scatter rocks
'Cause even smaller lines been takin' larger time
I think I made myself hard to find
I don't open letters, bitch, I'm hard to fine
Watch where you step, bitch, regard the mines
I was barely provoked but his neck dislocate
It's hard to look forward when death in yo face
I take a deep breath, get no break
Until it get too much, I left with no face
Then I really get a break
Ay, ay, okay
I didn't fuck so she led on
Shawty like a faucet that you left on
Quit the talkin', gimme head, nah, nah
Can I rap about sex without being problematic?
Can I rap about drugs without being on the sad shit?
The fiends comin' and they want the rations
It's not for sale, nobody bought the fractions
Rap shit seem crazy but I got the passion
Scared to present, 'cause I ain't present in the present
Teeth show but it's hard to stay pleasant
So I get shrooms, take a fourth like a crescent
Shawty tellin' me to please get in
And now my kids in her stomach like she pregnant
Fuck that, I just hate the fuckin' state that I been in
Yea, I hate the fuckin' state that I been in
I hate the fuckin' state that I been in
The summer heat uncover these battle scars
Flaws outnumbering the other me to travel far
And that been odd
Put my headphones on, I burn the skin like cattle prods
I'm a cattle prod, I herd these fuckin' after thoughts
Saddle up and then I throw the fuckin' saddle on
I watch for the snakes and then I rattle on
If people wanna let them bullets rattle off
Them bitches gettin' rocked like aftershock
I mean the festival and follow up quake
Earth fallin' apart, I think 'bout that a lot
Don't fuckin' cross me like a chapel top
Go inside and all you seein' is the pastor shot
With crimson pourin' out his fuckin' chatter box
Got pieces missin' from a shattered top
I keep a bat to fuckin' batter cops
Write so much, I got a novel novel, lemme chapter jot
Faking curled lips, it take the skill your favorite actor got
Choppin' up pills and I scatter rocks
'Cause even smaller lines been takin' larger time
I think I made myself hard to find
I don't open letters, bitch, I'm hard to fine
Watch where you step, bitch, regard the mines
I was barely provoked but his neck dislocate
It's hard to look forward when death in yo face
I take a deep breath, get no break
Until it get too much, I left with no face
Then I really get a break
Ay, ay, okay
I didn't fuck so she led on
Shawty like a faucet that you left on
Quit the talkin', gimme head, nah, nah
Can I rap about sex without being problematic?
Can I rap about drugs without being on the sad shit?
The fiends comin' and they want the rations
It's not for sale, nobody bought the fractions
Rap shit seem crazy but I got the passion
Scared to present, 'cause I ain't present in the present
Teeth show but it's hard to stay pleasant
So I get shrooms, take a fourth like a crescent
Shawty tellin' me to please get in
And now my kids in her stomach like she pregnant
Fuck that, I just hate the fuckin' state that I been in
Yea, I hate the fuckin' state that I been in
I hate the fuckin' state that I been in
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Writer(s): Pulp Evrgrn
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