Violated

Drunk as shit and I don't just write on here for the fun of it,

Inebriated, addiction turned up to the max and I'm not loving it.

Trauma got my mind scrambled, life dismantled, lyrically a broken nuisance·vandal,

All my hostility is inward, let me hate myself and not kick-flip shit, grind you down like Rambo.

 

Excuse my grammar, learned it growing up on hip-hop, it's my true vernacular,

Leave this deaf bitch alone while she tries to master the rap shit she chose to tackle.

But if you force me to harass you, my lyrics could cause your crews to trash you,

And to you-know-who you can call me Nai Neku, means Not Noisy because I'm fucking deaf you fool.

 

But don't respond with an opinion cos I ain't asked you,

If your parents really do be doing pills and crack too that explains a lot but that's a sad truth.

Yeah...

Not even being disrespectful that's genuinely a sad truth.

 

But save your drama for an average dude, cos my lyrics always Steph Curry you,

But if. You come at me then don't mind these other rappers cos I'm the one that's gonna worry you.

I wish you'd spend more time in school, this rapping doesn't make you cool,

You're kind of rude, and I'm a scumbag who don't got time for you.

 

So tell me what you tryin'a do, cos I would never hide from you,

I rival you, I've already lyrically stick spears through you like a tribe would do.

I'll treat you like I'm Babadook, even Sasuke realizes that I'm the truth,

And it's common sense, to shut the fuck up and be afraid when I'm passing through.

 

I stick to my own and write my trauma dumps, tired of burying my head in the sand like an ostrich,

But don't fuck with my conniptions I'll happily, lyrically murder you again and lock myself back in my brain like a convict.

And that's because my con-vic-tions requires per-scrip-tions-

to help in-terp-ret them, because I'm crazy.

 

Either outta my fucking mind or ridiculously faded, and in my mind I know I won't make it,

And since I know I write as a therapy session but you're fueling that fire, my time is too fucking sacred,

In my album you know I ain't faking, still you refuse to let this beef shit turn ancient,

You need to stop playing with my time that you're wasting, you yapping bitch practice writing cos your rapping it ain't shit.

 

I've got goals to fix myself crazy, cos I haven't been mentally well lately,

I've got trauma to write about and I hate this, but that's the only way I can find the old me,

I've got some problems to understand but if I write them out I can sock 'em,

Cos I'm too busy fighting with all my demons and in my lyrics we be boxing.

 

And my anxieties bad, I might clock out soon,

I can't even go out in public unless I'm inhaling toxins,

So stop it, busy drowning myself in liquor stop fucking with me unless you give a fuck,

My trauma demon don't have a limit and my liver somehow hasn't given up

 

I drink after throwing up, is it from fear or liquor? I don't give a fuck,

Disguise my trauma with the guise that I'm a straight sex fiend and fall apart while they fill me up,

I said I'm lesbian I fall apart when they fill me up,

Act like I don't hate it looking at the balcony while getting consensually violated saying-

 

"either way, I'm good".

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"Another bottle or a sky dive either way, I'm good".

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So I'mma just smoke my weed,

I don't see why you have problems with me, cos you ain't bothering me,

I'm just gonna buy another bottle of drink,

Life is short so you should shouldn't follow my lead, go start living it.

 

And Slime I'mma just roll my trees,

I've never tried to be somebody but me, but I'm liable to be,

The most hate fueled enemy you'll ever see, I mean-

I'm just writing trying to work to be free, and start living man.