Damn...

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Y'all act like ya wanna square dance, pants on fire, I'll still give you a fair chance, caught your eye from the very first glance.
Seen her talking through them eye sockets, alot of gossip goes around but all they do is talk it, like garbage it's trash, a receipt in my pocket, I'm like a Kernel here, show you corny mofo's what's pop'n, you bring beef, I bring the meat chop'n.
Words smoother than a babies bottom, all these rebounds I just Globe Trot'em.
Same shit different day, same spit different spray, that's how we all run in place, recycling routines in our little rat race.
Most folks can't fathom my typa mindset, but I've learned more than I speak, so the bolder my rhymes get, so I pay no mind and remember it took a rookie to become a prime vet.
It's like this Earth is a Golden Globe while to many compete for a materialistic statue, with all these minds eyes closed they won't see the asteroids they through at you.
Can't trust a soul, these Earth worms slimy, the only goals to weed em out, see these bee's keep hiving, duck it, I ain't hiding, I'll come out firing cuz fuck dying, I'm fighting.
Never adjust to the comfort of settling for normal, actually for me, it's so opposite, it's horrible.
I just observe, dodge em and curve, detour and swerve, anything to avoid these trampling herds.
Pacts, hyenas, act tough like John but you bitch like a Gina, some bitch ass whimps wish you was like Cena.
Where's the encouragement for accomplishments, they see someone doing well and they think oh I'm stopping this.
Why so serious? Why they gotta be such a douche? Does someone need a Snickers? Who the heck lit your fuse?
Making deals with devil's who's outcome flips sides, they wanna repent but not an option to re-side, and you can't cut loose once the knots get tied.
I bet ya bottom dollar they all say they never would, but I've learned everyone sacrifices for what they think may do them good.
What ya say it's time to slay these heathens, causing havoc and harm for no fucking reason, they look at me psycho when they the ones creep'n.
Trust me dude, you don't wanna catch this whip, quick to crack it, and I gotta strong grip, I'll chew you to shreds, til every alpha's bit, letter in you's dead.
Why you want me to hurt you, obliterate your entire virtue, guess I could act like noone heard you, better take your words back cuz I'll de-verse you.
Everyone tries,as I keep burying mimes, look at me killing and it ain't even lunch time, eat you for breakfast but meats not my style.
We been through this, I don't miss, you knew I was the dopest, you stay sidelined, put you on the nope list, accept it, ya hopeless.
What you wanna hard hit, idea, not your smartest, I'll leave you face down pen and pad tarnished, your minimum to my wage, consider your energy garnished.
Exterminate like your a rodent, terminate, eviction, noted, hard pill to swallow, just to many sugar-coated.
Call you him-roids and her-nias how they stay stuck up others asses, irritating mofo all they spit is acidic gases.
I ain't scared of none of y'all, I've had enough of feeling small, looking around like the ride charts to tall, but y'all don't know how big I can grow when my determination is involved.
I can kill every single fire breathing bitch they send, peel every shingle off each empire they all fucken liven in.
What if I came right up to your place, got, up in your face and spit you with a whole bottle of lyrical mace, smashed you to bits til your memory couldn't even be traced.
Show you the real silver lining, made of duct tape to keep your ass from whining, and your crying gets annoying, so it's perfectly mime-ing.
Hush little baby don't you cry, and don't you try to get them zips untied, I'm a bit unstable, don't get my temp to rise, just kidding not a killer, but you whimps will die, only in my lyrics, where I leave those ink pens dry.
I'll litterally ENcrypt you, exempt, you like trash, a box of empty tissue, miss me bitch cuz I'll aim and I won't miss you.
I won't back to down to these Buster's, they fucken mush like custard, you may got some bb bullets but I got gunpowder and mustard.
So guess who's winning, I coulda told you all that from the beginning, benefit of the doubted me now I see em contending.
Wanna try me, I won't take it lightly, better not come sissy shit, scratching and biting, better bring a real storm, from the Thunder but I got your lightning.
You know what it reminds me of, these petty, childish, juvies, like a bunch of costume jewelry, wishing to be the Grandest of the Rubie's.
Talk about Ghandi and Socrates, haha, kidding, you gotsta be, most ain't worthy their two cents and definitely ain't a lottery.
How I see is in between, so I can checkpoint at any, post haste, flow on all these over-throw aways, set you back down to lower case, pass up all these runs in place.
Keyboard junkies tryna capslock what, Instagram hoes ha fuck you in the butt, just like an edit, you can find yourself cut.
Your not suppose to understand your supposed to support so many now days just observe and distort, or alter contents fables import.
Oh they don't like this attitude, be lucky I didn't take a stab at you, hating they can't grasp a view, they gravitate to me like I'm the glue, I'll admit even I don't always got a clue, but at least I'm always learning new.
Tired of these mother fuckers with their busy body noses all up in someone else's bushes worrying about the thorns on their roses, better wave like the sea, I'ma depart you like Moses.
Tend to your own, aren't you supposed to be grown, instead all fucking blind leading blind clones.
I just sit back and watch as they follow one by one, stay away from me cuz they know they don't want none.
My whole thing is if ya don't talk about it, they can't squak about it, if it ain't within my gen, vicin, I'ma hop up out it.
Wonder why folks can't get along nah it's no wonder from where I see it, they lie and decieve so even they even confronted they won't believe it.
I can't stand the types of her likings, to trifling, her tongue she shoulda been biting, I was a Target but I was just better at sniping.
I'll shut this shit down, I could actually not care any less than I do for these repetitive sounds.
I could never fathom the mentality, really need this bitch to snap back to reality, spending so much energy, existing in a fallacy.
Check it cuz they reality fucked, reality is mosts personalities suck, most make me just wanna fucken upchuck.
All preach to choirs that can't even sing, fighters in a cage with no aggression to sting, and a bunch of ugly hoes with makeup believes, all of these things and my daughter's supposed to look up to these freaks.
The little hide and seek rumors like who gives a shit, if they sleep around then catch an STD bitch damn they focus on the wrong things, materials, belongings, while inside longing for belonging.
Talk about sinning as they gamble with emotions, betting who is better what ever keeps em boasting, for ratings, always hosting, fucken burned up bastards getting bread, they keep toasting.
Ask me what's my problem? Well it's a trivia, trapped in a globe, it's a box, is the answer I'm giving ya.
It's almost as if my brain goes automatic, seeding out all the over dramatic, hazmats, and back stab'ns.
They say my frequencies to outta range, it actually echo's, then strikes like a Batarang, hating at my facts and thangs.
Anyways just saying these spiders be web'n, moths to a flame, thought were going to heaven, don't follow any masses, any steps they are head'n.
I love y'all just telling these tricks how to be treat'n, and if ya wanna get personal, let this warning just seep'n.

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