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Denzel
I've been having conversations with my fucking self In need of help I
try to focus on my mental health If I'm not in this game then I
don't have time for procrastination Screaming motherfuck rest and relaxation I'm tired of waiting Lord, I'm suicidal nigga can't you tell I
cut my wrist and watch it drip while screaming fare thee well Don't touch my body let me burn in fire leave me still I
grab a
crucifix and say a
prayer going straight to hell Why you got a
motherfuckin problem with a
nigga that would push you to the
limit with the
effort he was giving Delivering sinning inside my context, perplexed, by an intelligent type of concept I
never gave a
conversation, my topics stay varied and various complicated that centered the
document with a
pencil To put it off in a
file, record a
record I
write You ever dance with the
devil in the
pale moonlight Ever bust a
nigga's head with a
black lit pipe When the
blood starts to gush it coming in out in a
rush That's a
pretty vicious vision you're given I'm getting vivid depicting death in a
sentence Aligning with the
consensus If you ever pay attention You'll think that I'm demented The
mental kid who's dependent on many antidepressants, oppressing the
present feelings I
have as I'm confessing I'm looking at the
prescription like a
motherfuckin prison Presenting it effervescent Authenticating my message The
method in which I
use I
pray it's never confused The
pages battered and bruised From the
way my lyrics fuse Get a
hold of my pain try to use it as a
muse A
tool to entertain in vain for the
amused I'm a
semi-automatic With static I
let em have it The
bullet flying sporadic The
shell will fall in the
casket To burn the
flesh of a
bastard For preparation of rapture The
rigor mortis I'm writing Is rummaging through your arteries Autograph with an asterisk Notarize with authority And all my shit is different I'm giving written deformities Formulated the
plan for avoidance of the
conformity And I
can put the
cots in the
corner of dormitories Deploring that negativity Given in your fragility Lyrically my ability Showing off my agility Indiscriminate killer who's never spitting it timidly Reminisce with a
riddle to rid you of any empathy Empathizing your sympathy through the
sound of a
symphony, purifying the
soul conflicted by my emission Sadistic but realistic And not materialistic This motherfucker was gifted with the
talent of taking words Nouns and adverbs and making it backflip Blue cane crank it with a
different type of twist The
protagonist ain't alive And the
villian's tryna survive As he salivates over bodies He's severing with a
hatchet And leave em down in his cellar The
definition of ratchet That captured imagination with captivating dismorphia Consequence of the
pain you contain inside of your orifice Do you want any more of this Mortifying your pulse that palpitates with your goriness Introduction to the
maker I
can show you what the
glory is Speak on the
salvation I
preach with a
prime motive Let these motherfuckers know it Ahhh Lord, I'm suicidal nigga can't you tell I
cut my wrist and watch it drip while screaming fare thee well Don't touch my body let me burn in fire leave me still I
grab a
crucifix and say a
prayer going straight to hell I'm nothing more than a
nigga with attitude MC Ren, Yella, Dre, Easy and Cube I'm showing some attitude Testing your aptitude Look at the
game and I
gain a
conclusion It's all an illusion The
water's diluted You sippin that juice and your mind is polluted By these convoluters and losers I'm taking that situation and try to diffuse it Man fuck that I'm a
ticking time bomb But I
heard they got the
motherfuckin evidence They must of found the
body in my residence It wasn't for the
money and the
pocket full of precedence Instead I
give a
fact and make it evident They found it with its ripped eyes out visor with a
top hat Blood up on my rug so you know you gotta stop that Claws at the
foot of alpacas motherfucker better block that That's $25,000 alpaca You block that shit And what you thought that I
was finished Diminished, replenish whatever you motherfuckers giving, reliving I
made a
tape about religion but that was prior to what you currently hearing Serving the
secret To leave it to keep it To feel that I
need it But never retreating The
rarer defeated Your mind is depleted I'm trying to find the
frequency Juvenile my delinquency I
do it for respect not fame If you want me to be honest then don't wanna be sane I've been speaking with the
voice that lives inside of my brain, contained to explain But how do you maintain I
need a
divine deity Looking for my identity But all I
wanted was a
piece of mind and sovereignty Find it up in the
melody I
created a
remedy Hoping it giving clemency Flow is moving that Hennessy And when I'm dead and gone I
just pray that you remember me My god! I've been having conversations with my fucking self In need of help I
try to focus on my mental health If I'm not in this game then I
don't have time for procrastination Screaming motherfuck rest and relaxation I'm tired of waiting
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