Numb skull

Fuck giving you the smoke il lite you a flame il roll up your ashes and il smoke you again living with a scar face fantasy stuck in my brain mfs talk shit they gon remember my name.like im the boss I’m the don I’m King Kong sitting on my throne and I’m puffing on king palms fucks try to rap but it sound like kid songs I hop on the track and it smokes like big bongs. I rhyme like no other il pop you like a bubble il murder every single mf with no morals. Il jump you like a hurdle take over the world then blow it all up to redesign it like a mural. Someone quick these mfs going stupid if they think coming this fucking far to just lose it imma build all my anger and just use it cause this white boys gonna leave a mark with his music I knew it.

 

I’m killing them subliminally I know their feeling me if not imma kick all their asses more then willingly doubt me if you want I know your not as real as me I bet you tuck your dick in your legs like your worrying. When I’m high and drunk call my vision HD I see you hate me I’m worth 10 pounds you a .3 the white cards getting kinda old what’s your point being bitches talk shit then try to act like they know me you think I really care mf you can blow me il kick your ass every fucking day like you owe me call all of your homies. you think I give a fuck il roll the windows down and throw my middle fingers up I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m slicing up the cut im murdering the beat ya I’m fucking it up I’m causing controversy and I’m running a muck run when I’m board il throw you under a truck.young boys mad so he’s punching the air, calling out for help but he’s got nobody’s There. he wants to to good but he ain’t got a prayer he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be homeless or a millionaire, I wanna live life blowing smoke in the air, but fuck class I’m getting cloister-phobic in there, I’m running out of patience so I’m throwing the chairs, further then the tantrums I throw in the asylum beware.