These lyrics were submitted through RapPad - Write Better Lyrics I'm just a lyrical prostitute rather than a prophet I prefer to sell my knowledge so I can constitute a profit Participate in capers, break these grams and split these papers Rolling up on Webster's to get high as a skyscraper I'm feeling like a zombie Never really sleep So I smoke cloud 9 and proceed to count sheep I'm a fish in the wrong reef I lost my school and now I'm swimming as a shark treat In the game it's eat or be eaten On the path to fame it's beat or be beaten Knocking on doors to opportunities like I'm out Trick or Treating Eat, Sleep, sh**, Rap, same routine every weekend Nothing's impossible, I am unstoppable. Spitting these bars, you think it's comical Chances was optimal, people are obstacles. Friends are optional, so I'm inaudible Theoretically, I make up my pedigree, because I made me, I shaped me; Excuse the complexity When I'm dead s**t me through a Ouija board,because after terrorizing victims, I bet, we'd be board
I punch psychics and ask if they foreseen it coming Apparently as a lady I am unbecoming,To clear your throat you'd need plumbing Which is why you do mushrooms, The Super Bros you steadily ask for summing I tried to keep my circle tight, but they all keep square dancing My loose flow is free like a girl in the field feet bare, prancing Dismantling my enemies, they propose no amenities Conspiracies to verities, spread them through these melodies Inequities of the youth, brainwashed through these booths Money, weed, and booze, they hearing life has no other use Correction, Objection, protesting all elections At the crossroads of life catch me at an intersection Life is a dick and it has an erection When I'm dead s**t me through a Ouija board, because after terrorizing victims, I bet, we'd be board I punch psychics and ask if they foreseen it coming Apparently as a lady I am unbecoming