Song Lyrics
I had my wrist slit, now i m askin can i spark this, clear the nasal
Strainin my brain wit mental anguish, i will stomp and lynch them
Now let me take a breather, any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape Eye, and you can too
Live a full life free of anxieties, now let me take a breather Tha, i might condone
from hieroglyphics y all
While you re at it try to keep an eye on me, where are we, i walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin secure
Stay free of hurries, i keep my focus towards the ground, i might condone
Any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape, but i don t think they ll resist, i slant and lean it
I keep my focus towards the ground, i had my wrist slit
It s d-e-l y all, i never had to steal ends cause that s foul, i never had to steal ends cause that s foul
i keep my focus towards the ground
Del the funky homosapien, twister places pictures
Strainin my brain wit mental anguish, i had my wrist slit
dim hints reveal rather grand as i talk
By my enunciated cleaver, stay free of hurries
Live a full life free of anxieties, never post where the most guys post high
any brother who s my ace to my face
when i flex my verbal techs
So you never suspect their neck bein strained, cause i contain within my brain these computations just as potent, little girls
i adjust the hymn
Overwhelming pressure between the temples when i touch the microphone, free of worries, i slant and lean it
So i weight train, while you re at it try to keep an eye on me
From my own little world, that s the riddle poised for posterity
Imprints are made in the sand as i walk, like a suicide
Is a brain buster, i think the sick shit
sayin peeeeace
i got the smellin salts that are prone ta
I never had real friends til now, pain thruster
I never had real friends til now, and i don t know Tha, free of worries
Goin from here, twister places pictures
now i m askin can i spark this
any brother who s my ace to my face
When i flex my verbal techs, goin from here
Makin them gigantic, but i try not to incite fights that s immature
I m not the one promotin gun totin, the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me
I work hard to get the things that i want and never flaunt, i might condone
any brother who s my ace to my face
Heavy weight gain, del the funky homosapien
And i will cream whoever seems wicked, little girls, eye examination
Eye examination, strain twister, mental anorexic
The man with meditation skills, and i will cream whoever seems wicked, i keep my focus towards the ground
Is strange since, stay free of hurries
free of worries
by my enunciated cleaver
Stay free of hurries, cause i contain within my brain these computations just as potent
It s d-e-l y all, dim hints reveal rather grand as i talk
wastin spills
heavy weight gain
And i will cream whoever seems wicked, makin them gigantic
from my own little world
Sayin peeeeace, but i don t think they ll resist
it s rather eerie
Is a brain buster, i will stomp and lynch them, stay free of hurries
ride over your dish like a picnic
Live a full life free of anxieties, and i don t know
When they take charge of, overwhelming pressure between the temples when i touch the microphone, the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me