Sir Skitzo - Alliteration lyrics

I'll succumb to something that I summon soon A solar shock of sudden sun or moon To separate semesters, I'm the same as school So search the sections, get to stepping fool Saucing a snap-back onto my scalp Seal the seams just to see what we sell It's so surreal my sight is a spell Slow like a snail still out of my shell She could s** the skin right off my little soldier Till I squirt my seamen like a super soaker Stained the seat with my seed And sh** it went through the sofa Grab the sour cause I'm never sober Stress and substance on my f**ing shoulders I'm straight to strains and my statement stays Smelling smoke of that stanky odor Sir Skitzo Got sufficient sums Spit it sicker than a s*ut salivating with cum With a similar rash to syphilis on her tongue Cause I spread and make you suffer with the syllabus son And now I'm spilling a song In a matter of seconds A lot of self centered s**ers always said in a sentence That they're superior to me cause they got it to spend it But that summary suffices that they struggled to get it I'm subject to speak, gon wreck this speech Should I streak the streets while I'm naked In my birthday suit, have the public sue Then get locked up in that station I see some support on my new success Then superficial stuff and hate I guess But I walked the length and that may suggest That you're out of style and won't make the stretch Now I safely see that I'm drowned in sorrow Same damn day today or tomorrow Sounding lame I gotta change my morals Cause I'm far from sane and that shame will follow Should I say your names or just keep it silent If I did then I'd supply a riot Several people sent to keep ya quiet While I sail the seas just like a f**ing pirate Seeking serenity, separating the sheep The shadow of a Sheppard developed under my feet Yo God Ain't my savior cause he ain't been saving me So I'm steady contemplating what Satan will say to me The spirits are near me, I'm hearing them clearly Scream at my phone like I'm serious Siri f** I forgot I had a Samsung Wrote my seventh note and then I'll blow up in your hand son In it while I'm sinning. I'm the synonym for handsome Spitting sh** like cinnamon I wish I never had some Sippin' on the Guinness till the spinach then I pack up YUCK She a simple hooker Stranger in the dark cause she ain't a looker Hitting on my balls like a game of snooker Then say my sac is sweet and taste the same as sugar Sorry Sheila It's mainly salty Pull it out and then embrace it softly s** my shaft until your face is snotty Then go tell your bae, you gave chase a softie They say I'm Santa cause i'm such a saint En-using stanzas to suppress the hate Man I live with struggles and it's hard to take But f** suicide My mom's heart would break