Verse 1 [Lee Scott]:
The Mr. Wrong
Every season's cold
I'm half dead
With decomposed meat n bones beneath my clothes
Unimpresent
Punch intestines
Bipolar
Wish d**h upon you for knockin' my pint over
And life pauses when I die asleep
Anti-sobriety
Boardin' up the exits when it's time to leave
I never call it quits
I'm unconscious and still pour a drinks
Empty beer bottles act as ornaments
In this place I sorta live
Some'd call me sick
Blow my dough on dro n consider gettin' more on tick
Is smokin' cess a hobby?
Let's simultaneously blaze 40 spliffs
In the name of anybody
Smoke trees n do stupid sh** for no reason
I talked to frank n he just recommended dope dealin'
Don't even insult me with the suggestion
A cretin
With all year round seasonal depression
Hook:
Anti-sobriety x2
Verse 2 [Lee Scott]:
Booze n women
Outta focus when the room's not spinnin'
Superstition
Para-choose a symptom
Tryna find a new opinion
With blind hatred for the modern day
Plus I'm silent when I'm watchin war
I say I want it but don't wanna pay
Ribcage on display
Lost some weight
Need to chonk an eightf just to concentrate
The Children of The Daamned
Represent zen
Need green so I spent rent
Heaven bound but hell-bent
If I haven't done it
It's a waste of time like everyfin' else I've done
Stay inside, get high
Neglect the sun
Endin' a blunt to rejoice
You live by the sword
Then die by yaself lyin' next to the druga your choice
Stellar vision with my f**in' head in the sink
A lifea downers countered with Pro Plus and energy drinks
I was never afraid to leave the crowd
But this isn't conscious rap
I'm not even aware I'm speakin' now
Hook:
Anti-sobriety x2
Well, it's the Hock Tu
Down
The Hock Tu Down x2