Unraveling Your Worst Moments

Yo

I don't think you can handle this shit

My flows analytical like a psychotherapist

Searching the grooves of your brainstem

Find your deepest fears and sew up em into a trench

 

Stitch a technicolor coat with all the hues of your blues

Implant the worst news in your subconscience to make true

I'll say 1+1 is 3 and use my dick and balls as counting things to attempt

to elucidate

 

But in reality I prevaricate and satiate your hunger for knowledge

That's probably why you didn't go to college

That's why you stuck here

shuckin and jiving

Drinking and driving

believing in lies

And spitting tenuous rhymes

 

Taking your insecurities and skywriting

Over the New York Skyline and spotlighting

On your most embarrassing moments

That shit hurts don't it

That shit hurts don't it