Half of me nice
I just lack the precise
Skills to hide bodies
So, I guess I'm asking for life
When I die grave reads
This where the manic kid lies
My life is like
The mannequin challenge awry
I stay in the same position
As the planet divides
I manage to try
To care about anything
But I don't care if I die
I am the plane preparing for flight
Take off in the air of the night
And crash into radicals claiming Aryan rights
Malaria Type two
Does that even exist
Are you reading my mind
Or just reading my lips
My girl asked for me to do a line
I sneezed on her tits
Awkward old man, planted mole
Like I'm freezing a zit
I didn't mean to do it
I didn't ask to be born
I was passed a baton
I take on various forms
Of human life
When I pack hash in the bong
My brain exists
I just think that half of it's gone
I don't give a f*ck if you even like me
I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C
I hold myself highly
And then I drop to the ground
Talk to myself
When cops are around
Hide bodies not to be found
I don't give a f*ck if you like me
I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C
I hold myself highly
And then I drop to the ground
Talk to myself
When cops are around
Hide bodies not to be found
Who the f*ck am I
And what have I become
If your friends jumped
Off a bridge
Would you jump
Or would you run
Drugs, the only fun I have
My tolerance is rising
Passion burns inside him
But he's lost at the horizon
Robotic wireless prototype
In conjunction with Verizon
Microchip inside him backfired
And now it seems he's whiling
An asylum in his mind
Valium, and his thoughts colliding
Tryna act normal
But he's lost and blinded
Formed of metallic cannibinoids
And the fabric of iron
They monetized life
Dividing people
Through their actions and lying
I gave up hope
And now I think I'm actually dying
Kill every mumble-rapper alive
For ruining the
Rapping environment
I don't give a f*ck if you even like me
I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C
I hold myself highly
And then I drop to the ground
Talk to myself
When cops are around
Hide bodies not to be found
I don't give a f*ck if you like me
I pack a punch; lunch-time Hi-C
I hold myself highly
And then I drop to the ground
Talk to myself
When cops are around
Hide bodies not to be found
