I.AM.NO.MORE

The lyrical Hannibal, I be the cannibal
Be the beast, am deceased, need to handle you, mind gone
(Bitch I am no more)
I'm an animal, the dog morphed into the wolf
So pull it faster than the boy who's rappin' on that track 'Maria'
Smokin' 30 cones in the morris', bumpin' the bones
Dike in the back tighter than a pack of cigarettes
No not a diss, I just like to take the piss, I ain't no sloth

One, I'm happy all the time and I'm writing these battle tracks
Cause I'm a beast and nobody can fuckin' stop me
Two, I stay all alone in my room, just wishin' to die, but never try
So back in bed is where I cry
Three, I'm paranoid that everyone is lookin' at me
I feel out of body and rethink everything
Four, I'm fuckin' evil, rip off people's cerebral, I smoke all the cones
And cut myself to see how much it bleeds

Come and go, come and go, personality's they switch
Developing borderline personality disorder, which I said that (bitch I am no more)
In the second verse, but these fuckers never did read the words
See the surface, never the iceberg
You never heard it, now it's all concern
Cut the grass short, leavin' you in the dirt
Number one thought, time to switch the mood

Fuck shit, I might fuck your bitch, pull out fast, switch (skrr, skrr)
Hit a lick, smoke a blunt spliff, oil popin' quick (skrr, skrr)
Take a L, bitches loven' self, pop that pussy bell (skrr, skrr)
Fuck a belt, fuck her gucci belt, dancin' on my mouth (fuck that)

"Thirty cones down, bitch, I ain't feelin' shit"
All you clones to the ground, you motherfuckers gettin' hit, stomp em out
(Bitch I am no more)
Cheese greater, still I be greater than all these fuckin' haters
And I ain't never said shit but the truth
Fuck her seven times in a day now she loose
Laced a cigarette with the stuff you call taboo
Now I'm faced with brackets, one flew over the cuckoo
Runnin' towns (shut up)
New pen every time I write, thinkin' honesty is rare
And rappers need to focus right, switch a nob (bitch I am no more)
Remember me, I'm Double D, dead in bed with my head in a mess
And yeah, I wear pink hat, but fuck where the haters at
Take this fuckin' serious, you snakes fakin' trap
What you know about production, two year course for that
Gonna get my diploma and drown these fucks in more aura (skrr, skrr)
Talkin' like I got a stutter, I don't need a chain or even diamonds to stun her
Finessin' her up, colder than a beretta
In the long, put you in the fuckin' elevator
Goin' down, fuck a crown or king, all of them are dead
"runnin' towns" Shorty, what that thing?
Take her head (oh shit 'he's' out)
Slice it off clean with a switchblade on me
Fuckin' bloody, bleedy, dirty corpses' all up in my mind
I sent a hundred fuckin times to go fuck off but she still call me "Bubba"
Why she teasing' leave her dead with led up in the flubber (where the fuck is the plug)
(holy shit wait, okay, back to our normal scheduled program)

Should be recording because nobody is home
Start rappin' bout my dick then these poses might need a loan
I don't need a chain to make all these fuckin' bitches sweat
But it would be nice to finesse, feel ice around my neck
And part of me is still suicidal because I still smoke cigarettes
So pardon me if skull a bottle with the degenerates
I may have dropped out bitch, but do not question my intelligence
My rhyme scheme hopped on my action like my excellences

Tryin' to find the line between cocky and being confident
The lines are fine where they are because apparently people still want a bit
(bitch I am no more)
It's like a high when writing rhymes with codeine sniff's we take the hits
I'm sitting on hits like I got some acid underneath me
These rappers try to steal the tabs, no doubt they want a cut of it
I know who fucks with me when they don't ask for money to feature me
But that don't mean I don't see the people slimier than fuckin' cuttlefish
Huh, yuh
(Bitch, I am no more)

Phh YRR? Dude fuck YRR this is YDoubleR bitch c'mon, huh