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| skrapz the 12 step program abuse it verse 1: I'm here to let you in on how the f*ck the worlds gettin' percieved by these eyes, I take a look around I'm screamin' - it's no need for replies, and my Levi's is gettin' scuffed and tore up from so much fallin', that every time I get back up someones pushin' me til we brawlin'. well hold my f*ckin' wallet while I knock yo ass out- and take it back along with yours cause dude your down for the count, my loots stacked in no large amounts, I ain't gettin' checks for rhymin', I do it cause otherwise the frustrations would leave me violent. so pour me a long island, and let me relax, let it be facts comin' from Skrapz on every track that I stacks. I feel these- underdeveloped MC's need to step back. I retired from battleing wack acts, cause I'll win every match, and what's that? bullsh*t for your movies and wanna-be's, I keep it passionate, hip hop's flowin' my arteries, and it's life is a part of me cause we came up together. and these people confusing us for some others don't know no better. but I let it go, let me ask you somethin' hypathetical, if I get famous, do I get dental and medical? and - what about optical my vision is f*cked. I seen so much sh*t go down I'd be happy to close 'em up, and just, bust blinded by own eyelids. I'm a sucker for good scenery and I'm gonna find it. cause I'm over this f*cking view, I seen all that it offers, you ain't seen me hardcore and already asking for softer. well tell your daughter, she should've kept on her clothes, she shouldn't have let go, she should've kept them legs closed. soon as you expose yourself it's on! and my temper may be the preventer for us gettin' along, I don't sing no sad songs just real ones, pops took the pot with a full house, thanks for the deal son, it's time y'all feel some darkness- the only way to understand that painting is to ask the artist. chorus: I'm looking for what makes me tick, I'm like a time bomb, ya'll make me sick, let it be by gones, I use it, you use it, I use it you use that abuse it. (repeat 2x) verse 2: I been apart of this for so long it's sick, regretting half the sh*t I spit, y'all can suck d*ck, cause I been Skrapz, never flipping up thats just me- and a couple of casualties, well let's murder the facutly, actually, I'd rather buy prime time air space, on a major network, just to give 'em a taste, I'll take executives and spit in they face. I'll do the same to that weather girl, with a different spit how's it taste? erase pop culture, trendy is empty, shallows now acceptable, jealousy is envy, the streets always tempt me and I always give in. I got over this shit already now I'm fallin' again. cause yo my- head ain't the same. transmissions stuck in reverse and I'm rollin' down the fast lane, the gas gauge keeps tellin' me insert a lit cigarette, my last days'll see the benefits have been the biggest threat. so I'm a finish it, right here on these train tracks, scopin' for some "Grim" tags, as I watch the freights pass, cause I see through y'all like stained glass, and the images I'm recieving depend on how longs the pain lasts, I'm way past what these other suckers is on, and if you wanna try then bring it, just get at me, I'm gone, off of these shots, stressed, sittin' in cells for smokin cest, never the less my prior records caught up to me, I'm in debt, and I'll take it all out on you, if your trying to run me all through, this f*ckin' mess that you infest just so I'll feel it all too, this sh*t's for everyone I know, so they don't trip when I snap, or they lock me down for some bullsh*t, throw a five on the sack - cause chorus 2x |
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