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My fucking brain is slow.
I’m trucking, but this shit won’t go.
I’m going nowhere with this.
I don’t know,
where home is.

I’m getting lost, deep within my brain.
I’m partially insane.
My head is there,
But I feel no pain.

My body was aching.
My heart was shaking.
But no longer, I am now in control.
A perc, xanax, and a bowl,
Has me elevating.

I’m above the clouds,
Looking down at the crowds.
Claiming I am the new king.
I can write these lyrics, but I know I can’t sing.
I know I’m still the best without any doubts.
Lets see what you can bring.

It ain’t the real shit,
Even though it’s a billboard top hit.
I’ll flip the script,
get lit,
and show you what real is.

In actuality,
reality,
is a false dimension.
Did I mention,
You’re about to be my next fatality.

I know you play mortal kombat,
That’s where the combos at.
We’re in the final round.
I brought a baseball bat.
to beat you to the ground.
Because you’re a dirty rat.

A fake motherfucker,
Signed with young money, you sucker.
Just because you’re mainstream,
you think you’re the real thing?
I’m living life the ghetto way.
Where the dead all play.
We don’t got cars or bling.
We’ll just kill you over some stupid shit you say.