Bipolar

Father, forgive me for I have sinned

'That's ok son
Confession is the first step towards redemption
Now tell me, what happened?'

I get these darks intentions
Incomprehensive to my common senses... like I'm

Bipolar
Mommy probably tossed me outta my stroller
Oddly must be why we droppin' like boulders

Come see my demonic godly persona
Overload a flow to a coma

Like soda
Mixed with a menthol, it's fixed I'm a bit mental
When I sit in a Benz open a disc and stick it in the slit
Like the shit's a Nintendo, add a little friction and tempo
Floss that sick instrumental like I sit in a dental office
With a list full of insults, thinkin' of bitches and kitchen utensils

Wait a minute, I can hear your thoughts and they straight acid
And I'm a bit afraid they gon' get they way cus they all up in a
Prayer, chanting, claimin' that you crave action with a dame wrapped
In a drape danglin' from a tree, man that is straight madness
You can't Really say that it's not something that a saint has all up
In his brain, That is satanic, yes I wreak havoc, when I'm on a wave
I create panic, Radiate static, insane with a freak attic

But I'm always sober, Kind with a psycho mind

Bipolar
Mommy probably tossed me outta my stroller
Oddly must be why we droppin' like boulders

Come see my demonic godly persona
Overload a flow to a coma

Like Yoda
Listen to me ramblin' and take it as a lesson, the resemblance
To Anakin is staggering, I get a bit erratic when I'm hammerin'
A track and thinkin' about stabbin' shit with an array of blades
And severin' a set of hands again, endeavourin' to set up adequate
Amounts o' cameramen to film you beggin' for your life so I can
Show it on the canvas in the most elaborate and glamorous of fashions
While I'm jackin' like a damn mechanic

Wow wow wow, go slow mo bro, can I get a second to unravel what
You said and by the way I cannot let you swear in front of the
Benevolent Samaritan

Man that's a no go, man I ain't got no hope, oh no
I'm sharin' half a brain With a bozo, and I bet he ain't
Got no scope for a bit o dope flow mojo

Fuck it I'mma do it anyway, better go broke as a high roller, die
Feelin' alive and hold the facade of a God with a demonized soul, I'm

Bipolar
Mommy probably tossed me outta my stroller
Oddly must be why we droppin' like boulders

Come see my demonic godly persona
Overload a flow to a coma

Like yoga

I'm flexible when it comes to getting sexual with a bitch I never met
At a festival, what a spectacle, throw my legs up in my neck as I'm
Rammin' in my dick and my testicles through her pants like it's on a
Quest and the gps done detected a collectible in her vaginal, best to
Expect the unexpected in the text I built, like

(sigh) what happened to the yoga? rhymes shot a hole in my abdomen
Like a stoma, bi- polar vibes

When it's high noon up in my dome, mind's like a cyclone
In an ice cone, Got Medusa eyes on so it ain't a lie homie
When you finna die stoned, Nice knowin' ya

And I don't fuck around with no one bruh
Try and go and cross me and know what's up
Knife in the square feet of your eyes, like holy fuck
I'm a demon with divine flowin' blood

And even though I'm bent on exorcizing that offensive side
I can't seem To find a chance to deny it, man like a fly
In a spider web, my intent is Benign when comparin' to the
Giant friggin' spider exercizing that violent
'hit you in the head with a pipe or wrench' style
And if I can't deny it Might as well combine with it