[Intro] [vinyl crackle, boom bap drum loop enters] [clean jazzy electric guitar riff] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] freakiest beats its okay i made them hell easily With the fingertips, okay, the scissors clipped they fell out of the front of my pockets its okay got loads of rockets Oh shit, I don't know whatsoever I guess I have the documents on my file list In this digital world, I'm just a little bit of a witness 'Cause this one big ship, that's just totally sinking To the bottom of the ocean, and I don't know what I'm doing Like this time I'm wasting, blowing, it's getting past me Also something better, what the fuck are you doing? In the bed, I swear, I don't know what to do But I'm trying to help, but I can't, I can't I can't get down, I take a nap, and then I crack open a bottle And I go on, but I think I've had enough of this house I'm on some other shit, that's for sure, except for all Well, the fuck is this shit? I'm about to cough I don't know what to do, but I'm so crazy smoking pipeload Blowing in the wind, I'm doing it on the right road? Total, I'm about to get the motherfucker Nothing to trust, and I can't even pick up my brother This is some other shit, I'm on my head, but i guess im from the land of the dead, for California It sucks, and you suck, what's going on with you? I don't know, making me feel all seasons When the world's so fine, I don't know what to do But I can't even rap, I'm doing the biggest blast I'm on the chat sites, whack right here I don't know what it is, but I can attack, attack right Pack a knife, don't know what to do But I'm about to get to sleep, so what the fuck is this shit? I'm looking at the bleeding moon [Instrumental Break] [drum loop continues, guitar riff repeats] [record scratch effect] [Verse 2] I'm going crazy, and I've got the macy And I get a bag of chips, and do nothing else with my days And days, oh shit, and days, oh shit I'm going crazy, and I go crazy, okay, okay, okay Yeah, it's okay, if you get it, yeah, it's okay I'm gonna beat you, I'm gonna beat you around this shit I'm doing something else, I'm on the sex doll, bright spot Oh shit, the swing and the chomp, so starting to bring me down Motherfucker, don't frown, or go to town, check yourself This room's got to be as basic as it can be I'm doing this happy in another place, in the over-beat Because I need to get a freaking trick, a trick And I don't understand, I'm talking about the frequencies If you do it, but you don't want a frequency to see Oh shit, the mist will get you hell of wet [Outro] [guitar riff fades out] [vinyl crackle remains] [drums stop] Oh fuck, I rapped for nine minutes.
