All this shits a risk Iced out to the wrist Begging to get jumped And punked just like a bish Dropping bars like quarters out the pocket Momma got my picture in her locket Maybe bought a 100 in my wallet Hardly claim that I'm balling Hit the wall And break bricks Punching holes for treasure Open doors That's my pleasure How much good you gotta do To measure up to a real man Steady stepping with a real plan Make shit work Or bust I bust my nuts I'm on the cusp Of blowing Or being someone who wanders But still ain't lost Lost my mind still ain't found Grab the bud And ground it Down to some shake Put it in the wrap and get the shakes Ain't been smoking enough these days All this shits a risk Iced out to the wrist Begging to get jumped And punked just like a bish You ain't ready for what's dropping next Super fresh is up I got some shit to get up off my chest If I try a little harder Bet that I could go farther than the rest You don't bother me you just a pest Yo I'm chilling in the birds nest Honing shit like I got 99 smithing Crafted hard bars Before I change my faces again Revert back to wack mutha fucker Who can flow like butter Put thought in the track Look what's coming back Yo I sound like I rap Yo you sound like you rap I guess I could Grapple With my enemies Verbal murder in the 1st degree while I'm drinking Hennessy You won't get the best of me Trapping till they all see the best of me

Doomed to die fat and sad Buried in a pile of cigarette ash But I'm getting sick of getting dicked around Leave a couple of bodies unfound Cause this is bull shit Imma Spit In the mouth of those fuck boys Supreme discourse And a mismatch Of a good dude In the wrong time Spitting rhymes Outta time Keep grinding to get better Cause I'm wanting to live better the search lights scoping For a criminal Running Like his life depends on it Trying not to be like him, But it sounds like a good idea to me and my friends Sarghetti swoop And put you in the soup I'm warning you For the last time I'm gonna bust Cause I can feel a monster Ripping out my skull And I'm feel spook Ooky And all together loopy Tripping down a rabbit hole Falling fast And coming to terms When I land Imma be greater than thou Thoughts Coming through backwards So I'm taking a while to decipher Didn't get enough box tops for the decoder ring Working off memory And it's time to see Super Fresh on your screen Young and hungry Ready-made and wrapped in plastic Fight a punk bitch Knock some teeth down ya throat And break a nose Step again And I'll brand my name on your ass Get owned. Look back through the lyrics Didn't say shit Didn't wanna Just flexing on a bitch, Level up my rap game So i gain some fame This shitty ass jobs are lame And all the same But now I'm Sitting on the porch In just my shorts Having a great night Faded take a dip After a bottle and a trip Missed the folks Glad I gotta see em Missed the homies And Los mos Damn I can't believe it That I'm almost half way through this shit Getting better everyday Just keep that in mind Feeling pretty good And stay home Hitting books With mean looks Lower the defense So I can soak up more Living under palm trees Michigan Tropics galore And I'll Jackie Moon ya Write a giant check For my giant bank Spend all 30 dollars on dank And skank down to ska show Party it out Do tons of blow Black out on my couch Look back through the lyrics Didn't say shit Didn't wanna Just flexing on a bitch, Level up my rap game So i gain some fame This shitty ass jobs are lame And all the same

Aye pops. Sorry I didn't call today. I been busy trying to get these bars in place Schools getting dope Bought some soap And the breads already old Living alone got me missing pizza hut Need a smoke To choke Back a feeling or two And feel better too Nodding my head to the music Think I might lose it I'm a bomb Better Defuse it Its dry and arid Shoulda been preparing For my obvious drop You a bitch you a thot I'm coming like thoth Diggin a moat To ride in my boat Forgetting a coat Hope that I float On the concrete Still land locked And drinking coffee Super fresh ya lost me Toss deez Nuts on a salad Fork em and slide on Something comfy I still ain't done fucking Ya brain Two cents Blind man With some evidence In my defense I never wanted to wake up there again Love sack living Two faced grinning Moving to fast To go back now Tear my acl if I turn Hand sanatize a bitch That's a burn Moving on ain't easy Trying not to sound cheesy But I been here to long It's time for a change of pace Time for a new face

Conjunction junction no Backwards functions Working all day And seeing no benifit Momma warned me there'd be times like this Sipping on a lions mug Early morning leaning Covered in bugs Wake up to an oven Thinking about what I know And missing the cousins Got the comp dialed back So windows 95 is where it's at Two stepping side swipes Fuck tinder My girls on my right Pride in being a snake Is never a quality to look for Foolish on Friday Stunned on Saturday And striding away by Sunday day Line up the facts. They were all there Cut me some slack It took a few months to Grow a pair Conjunction junction no Backwards functions Working all day And seeing no benifit Momma warned me there'd be times like this Content with nothing And bored as hell Might feel better in jail Chronic coughs Laced with rellos America's the new Irish Meat and potatoes Order me some free Mc tricks And do some flip tricks Cap my ass And teeth Call Me a cavity Spulunking far off places Coming back Realize I'm in small spaces Hate racists Oxymoron The biggot coming out Peace and love Only when humans ain't around Stay stuck in my head It's a nice place. Should buy up a carpet And grind off my face Here we go fresh Pick up the pace Turn up the bass And do it post haste Rip up a lotus And drop it on the table Call that spending some bills For some thrills Sorry for the spills Conjunction junction no Backwards functions Working all day And seeing no benifit Momma warned me there'd be times like this

Shouts to the homies back home Trouble sleeping And the weed blows Missing Colo tree But this ain't free Gotta keep doin me I'm walking a fine line Between jeopardy And longevity Takin trips with the shadow of death We got down to the pier And joke about sex Getting ready for some new shit And ain't put out the old shit But when this drops I'll be takin gold shits Call me old Ain't original Put me in song mode And press go I'll be Makin hits Sitting on the couch with my bitch My goggles are dirty And my hairs a mess Stopped giving a fuck bout my looks And tried to read some more books Free writing Like my words escaping from lock down Rap till I'm horse Get on and ride it to the sunset Moved in to a birds nest And waited to get fed An agenda from press Keep trapping like the rest Shouts to the homies back home Trouble sleeping And the weed blows Missing Colo tree But this ain't free Gotta keep doin me Inspiration Guess I got it Ya'all just bought it I can flaunt it Meditation From inebriation Slipping without some friction Upgrade my diction Put the flows round my neck Wear em like a chain Where's the homies at Ain't heard from em in days Been wanting to walk around but kinda don't feel safe Been toasted as hell For the past few days Trying deal with my thoughts Keep repeating like I'm writing a hook Actually it's like a book Find the motif And leave em shook

Gotta feelin the world ending soon Doubt it'll be in a boom But we still hanging on Like a loom While the impeding doom Waits around For us to notice Who's the boss bitch? You want me out Scream and shout You can pout But I doubt That we make it much farther We can yell all we want But we only go farther From the truth Who are you Who are you who are you Who am i? Shit ty left eye And hand in my pocket Like I'm searching for a wocket Pinch my mouth And pad lock it Grouchy like I'm from a garbage can Where do I get off feelin like I'm the man I don't know shit And I'm a filthy liar If I told you I knew what to do In a crisis Only got my wits And I'm losing those Believed my own hype For to long But don't buy Its not for sale I'm gona sail Around the world and back Throwing scripts in a bottle Please write back Searching for answers When I should look inside I'm lucky to be alive Not a curse But a blessing Slightly depressing When I close my eyes Got nothing inside So hollow And blown But now I'll break my bones For a beat Never wanna meet the sheets Sleep is my enemy And I'm fighting dirty Sipping coffee And cancer flirting With the smoke stick Hoping That this gon work I didn't put in all this effort to fail Came in through the hail And getting ready for the storm Gotta feelin the world ending soon Doubt it'll be in a boom But we still hanging on Like a loom While the impeding doom Waits around For us to notice Who's the boss bitch? You want me out Scream and shout You can pout But I doubt That we make it much farther We can yell all we want But we only go farther From the truth Who are you Who are you who are you

Goofy ass white dude With a foul mouth Lived in the mid west looking down south Celebrated on Bourbon Not to be a burden But I’m thinking about quitting Can’t handle the thoughts the twitter bots and wanting to fight santa clause For lying to me about all the gifts life would be giving me I’m happy but feeling down Never funny But I look like a clown Put on a mask so my friends think I’m alright but I forget to take it off at night when I wake up It’s melded to my face Not twisted up enough so cut to the chase I wanna smoke some base and shout out to the based god Superior Delirium Toasted like a bun Stick my head in the oven and grab the grate Open my eyes I’m burstin’ through the gate Damn I look great Walk of shame in my bare feet step on as much glass as I can so when I get home I can belong in my garbage can drain out the juices drain out the blood pop my eyes out and trade them to the homie looking for some hubba bubba Dubba sack and some rubbahs Sit on some rebarb and record the reverb of my explanation exploitation of exploration space is my last resort stacking enough bread to build a resort on Mars But I’ll still look at the stars and dream of being far ther from myself and my mental health hold down a state mind till then I’ll just spit rhymes Superior Delirium Toasted like a bun Stick my head in the oven and grab the grate Open my eyes I’m burstin’ through the gate Damn I look great