Judas Iscariot

(albüm: LMR (Losing My Religion) - 2014)

Oh shit nigga here we go again I need to get in contact with my doctor
I got voices in my head and my mind keeps spinnin like propellers on a fuckin helicopter
This suspicious blood is ridiculous because everything a nigga give is conspicuous
From my sense of security felt to obscurity yelling obscenities this is absurdity
Lyrical entity envy thy enemy empty this clip till they trip off the remedy sing this melody my flow is heavenly
Demons in my soul are constantly tempting me
Living in misery learning humility
Spitting a plan and clutching a rosary
All that I wrote is to sanctify savagery pain and some agony, death and disparity
Clearly I need to get my motherfuckin medication in my motherfuckin system real quick I'm on columbine with twelve concubines
I got concrete rymes that'll blow a nigga mind shakespearian the way that I construct it call it al jazeera like it's mass destruction
I've come way too far with this Abdu'allah and my belive in God has been cracked with a flaw
As I fall through these shadows this blasphemous blackness I'm stuck in a nightmare that you can't imagine
I'm sick of my pastor he's preaching salivation just burry me deep so I'm resting in peace
I eternally sleep with bouquets of carnations, rosies n posies and blood colored daisies
Mutilating my wrist going through phases nobody notice that shit was amazing
Bitch I'm bipolar and borderline crazy my father don't care I swear that nigga hate me now look what the fuck you done to your baby
I guess I'm everything that nigga made me
I am what am what I am is a shame the fact that I'm bearing this family name realize that my father and I are the same see these apples you barely fall far from the tree
Now Chris rolled a blunt at the age of fifteen and Kevin's a dick a literal prick I hope that you die you son of a bitch I would give you the shirt off my back if you ask
When I got on that roof and busted my ass and the day that I quit you just pointed and laughed now you forty years old and broke with no cash
I refuse to put limits on things that I had but my life ain't defined by the things that I want because I wanted to kill you I ain't gonna front
But see then my nefews would have had no father consequences of my family drama
Fuck that ain't no more lines being dedicated to these motherfuckers I hate
That refuse to acknowledge calamities caused that I'm dealing with everyday okay
Now a nigga about to get technical I'm on meth tical spitting a pristine vow
I'm like Tyson my vices are killing me slowly
I burn all my bridges in this allegory disgusted by lack of compassion and this man that's rooted in evil and seated in wealth won't do for another what you do for self
I ain't writing no rymes bitch I'm crying for help ahhhh?