(Verse 1 - Moey)
You know a lot of people, they got a lot of feelings
They got a lot of Desert Eagles that keep disappearing
In fear that this mysterical cheering is a hysteria
You steer in to clear of the pyramids that bury us
Establish a standard hazardous magic fascination
Pass it out your ass, a spell-gaster’s mastered creation
Map your statements, capitalization scamming our statements
You camp in the basements of taxpayers' next paycheck
The same steps for plain wrecks you gained from a cubical
Persuades you to go stranger than the usual
It’s critical, and you’re acting as if you didn’t know
There’s living proof of cutting off the heads of little souls
Midgets, and bitches like Bridget build bridges to the cemetery
Simmer them in skillets, preparing an image through rare meat
Your feelings are incendiary, incidents daring, but spare me
This realistic sense of caring bearly, I rarely do
(Chorus - Moey)
Maybe I should start tellin' that truth more often
And I should probably start comin' out again, see
Everyone's sins, and everyone's lived
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
Maybe I should start yellin', puttin' fools in they coffins
And I should probably cough to make their graves tense, see
Everyone skins, and everyone sins
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
(Verse 2 - Moey)
See, bitches want attention and a tension
When they ain't even ten cents thick, skin’s chipped as a bench is
Bench this, bitch, I built a fence fast, friends, shit
You’re less than a sentence, a fragment lagging predicates
Grab the sedative and add the additive, subtract the measurement
And smash that up your ass, you should practice, or better yet
Forget you had a chance, my hand done snatched it like an interception
Mastermind’s giving lesson, you pass it like it is intended
You didn’t defend it like freedom we could never have
I don’t mean to brag, but I could handle your crew in advance
So, who’d have guessed a freshman could step through the tent
And vent with no less than his best specialty, fooling men
Pursued the pants of your beautiful half ass bitch
I could hashtag that ass quick and send it to my friend’s list
A gas mask for that ass has no chance
I’d tap that, but that stench spreads colds fast
(Chorus - Moey)
Maybe I should start tellin' that truth more often
And I should probably start comin' out again, see
Everyone's sins, and everyone's lived
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
Maybe I should start yellin', puttin' fools in they coffins
And I should probably cough to make their graves tense, see
Everyone skins, and everyone sins
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
(Verse 3 - A-F-R-O)
I'm a freak trapped in a cellar, raps are what I endeavor
And half of my life is severed by passin' lights in my era
I'm sort of retortin' rhythm from figurin' out my lyrics
And hearin' my mind configured by fighters in my adventure
Enlightened, and tried to lecture the people and the rest of us
Heaven awaits, but demons and evil continue wreckin' havoc
A possible prodigy, probably I be poison
Anonymously, I'm toyin' with God's heart, I'm supposed to be
A nice guy, that gives advice and tries to better himself
Without a back to carry any wealth
So, what's the deal, what's the point
The feelings that I deal with are literally capturing my soul
It has a grip on me, equipped with a fist and heart, odyssey
But it's hard to see an artist with a harmful conscience that bees me
Actually, I spit tragedy all over a verse
I open my eyes and realize it's hell on earth
(Chorus - Moey)
Maybe I should start tellin' that truth more often
And I should probably start comin' out again, see
Everyone's sins, and everyone's lived
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
Maybe I should start yellin', puttin' fools in they coffins
And I should probably cough to make their graves tense, see
Everyone skins, and everyone sins
Maybe I should draw the ugliness in every instance
