Wyldfyer - Anything lyrics
[Hook x2] (Long, long, long look away Long, long, long look away) I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything [Verse 1] Locked in a hospital, a dead nurse with big tits and slit wrists Tried to administer me pills but I resist I'm dangerous as crocodiles outta tanks You don't need my DNA strands to recognize my k**er traits I lost my mind, I'm haunted by the words that I've invented To the point, they're feeding me gla**es of NyQuil with my dinner I a**ociate the infliction of pain with pleasure Frequently insult my neighbors wearing blood stained leathers People that never visit insist that I owe 'em sh** I'm repeatedly takin' Rohypnol and praying I don't exist Damn near wanna throw a party off exhilaration That I get from squeezin' the life out of a human body shaking I'm a happening waiting to accident, blessed sacriment Festering blasphemist, transient arrogant acrobat Riding camelbacks under circus tents, nervous off Percocets Possessed laughs till I'm at Bernie Mac's funeral services [Hook x2] [Verse 2] You've got mental problems, I'm sure It's just that mine is greater At least you have honor to live in the time I put ink to paper Over 10,000 hours of labor, limitless An undeniable perfectionist that plagues the souls of lyricists Hand me a scalpel I'll scribble scribes on your face I make people run, that's why they call it the human race XL campaign, don't owe you a damn thang Tear a turtles head off, drink blood out of shells like canteens I can't scream, I got the metal machines ready Forever holding my piece like I'm not objecting at a wedding Was manufactured in Heaven to be a horid tourist Placed specifically on Earth, quantuum leaps over other artists Dirty my name, the seeds of discontent were planted That's grounds for murder, I'm stoned, you took me for granted Damn it, you think I owe you something, get it in blood Rick James last words, "Chino's verse is a hell of a drug" [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Get me out of here I just needed some time to get my mind right Then it's back to these b**hes yelling "Go Daddy" like the website Run away don't cross me You won't be able to walk through your house without tripping over some dead offspring I'm getting stressed by the government Don't even write my name down unless it has "Paid To The Order" in front of it Budgeted, trying to feed your family is real Gas prices looking bigger than the numbers on Adele's bathroom scale My sk**s internal and running wild I could eat a Rubik's Cube and sh** it out completely solved I vowed my foundation is built with brick and mortar Destroying peers like a tsunami tearing through a harbor Consistantly ill, but still industry overlook me Officially, something's fishier than mermaid p**y I hate you with a perfect hate and nothing less Last seven words: The best ever from the best yet [Hook x2]