Before the day can begin, I'm getting wasted again
Guzzle whiskey and chase it with gin must be a phase that I'm in
If you distract me while I'm craftin a rap then I'm probly gonna slap you with the pad and stab you in the face with the pen
sh** is extra confusin'
Thanks to the meth I'm abusin'
Thought y'all ain't messin with humans f**in with sketch and Deloosion
Every time we pa** the mic back and forth and took turns, another rapper's rhyme book burns
A crook learns to wipe his prints off of a gun
I wipe my prints off of the pen after every verse is done
Gettin arrested for fun
I commit crimes just so I can say it without fronting when I spit rhymes
There's probably roofies involved when I hit dimes
I might even pop one myself, hop on stage and forget lines
I chug a Steel Reserve, smoke a spliff
Jump behind the wheel and swerve, hit a granny and give her some broken hips
(Hook)
When we see a b**h sloppy drunk we tell her to pop her c*nt
And shake her a** for the Thrashklan
When we see a dude gettin' bucks we tell him to stick em up
And give his cash to the Thrashklan
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(Deloosion verse coming soon)
(Hook)
After a couple beers I'm horny
I'm leaning van in the driver's seat gettin roadhead while the b**h is steerin' for me
I hit the bar when I earn money I've just recently turned twenty-five but I feel like I'm nearing forty!
I tell the weirdest stories when I shoot up h**n-except I forget the who what, where and when
I can't even tell between fiction and fact, my addiction to crack's ruined my life and there's no fixing it back
Every time I wake up I get the blues, hit the snooze bu*ton
When I'm finally up and Adam I sip the booze
I don't got sh** to lose, might as well keep dreaming but they look at a white rapper like an obese vegan
f** em, I give biters a purpose
When I'm writing my verses I supply them a service
I strike em with urges
With a little help for me to get by/buy like a purchase
I help em rise to the surface and leave em ridin' in hearses