Ever since I made Casey Bitches need new music from DOOF like Hugh Tracey I don’t make music, I make roux gravy All these rappers make their brew hazy Besides bars all I know is the do re mi And screwing ladies But the shit I spit burns hotter than blue hades Yet it never scores women, who lays me? Whenever I ask girls, they say “nah, DOOF’s crazy” People think motivation’s money, like who pays me? My only motivation’s the vision that grew hazy Sight of six bitches and one to poop babies Before that happens, gotta penetrate the game, see To the family I’m just another new baby Basking in attention that only you pay me Community’s the reason that none my poop made me But if I scream the loudest, they can’t hear you wailing Switching up the rhymes, never mind, I’m too brave, see The cockiness is honestly the only one who saves me From making boring raps that never rhyme nor flow Nor prevent spacing issues in bars Brown hair, blue eyes, and a pussy that you crave Like a step porn; too funny and too racy Ain’t a one trick pony, I’m a Wu-Wei-Zi I rap, | make, jack, play, and I’m pretty good with babies Polish food hates me But if I only ate them great DOOF bars I’d be way too weighty A Pharcyde fan, no clue about who’s Swae Lee While every other rapper’s gotta ask “who’s Jay Z?” I bitched my baby blues like a blue baby I could make a film about it but my hands are too shaky To hold a camera for shit you wouldn’t pay to see Blow minds like the bombs dropped from the UAV Women say I’m gay, tell me you lazy Guess I don’t get hard at every nude .lady Because .maybe I ain’t searching for an eighty But I do agree it’s best Un Homme et une Femme like I’m fucking Anouk Aimee Rapper planter fasciitis make their shoes achy West Virginian raps straight out the creek like Pacey Get other rappers creaming their panties with blue labi's Tell your mommy blame the bars, fuck you if you blame me, like

Feeling lower than the Nasdaq today Wishing I was tripping, only tripping on my shoelace I stopped giving a shit back in May Wouldn’t put my clothes away, just keep em on for four days Haven’t done a load of laundry in a month Prayed to god for change, but he gave me too much Unemployment can’t cover protection for the witness Like all our problems fucked, but I was never one for incest The Joshua Tree led to one mistress Finding food takes forever, like DOOF scrolling through Pinterest Shit came flowing from a same-sex ass Game set match, how you came that fast? A rollercoaster’s only fun the first and third times But now a hundred days of this, but still an upward climb Wish I’m with my bitches, but we rocking separate rides Couldn’t find a way off, but lord knows we tried The white man Walsh said that school was out My friends and I we grooving out But the world and its elders were dying Now I’m just trying to make peace with it I spend every waking minute with my thoughts I’ll make peace with the “not”s and never ever’s By untying the knots and letting the stream flow Through the hose to dose the garden With a fresh coat of miracles The plants are breathing, but I’m choking up my spiracles Ever since the COVID hit, I’m low and shit I’m dealing with my own and shit But honestly I’m focused on the things that matter most and shit Running closer to the table just to cut corners Just to cut yourself on the corners Post a year in, coming closer to the end But the light in the tunnel hasn’t flickered much yet Honestly convinced that I’ll be fucked up forever Hiding behind the guises of assorted red sweaters What a fucked up scenario Bitches tryna listen, while I’m getting it in stereo Gotta make the most of being so very low Thought we roller-coasting, now I see we on the merry-go Doing loop-de-loops and hula-hooping struggles Tryna see hope through the eyes of non-muggles But the magic in the world never affected the news I can’t find use, but it’s up to you to choose To have fixed perspective on a hectic elective Every days the same and there ain’t no objective My friends and I were festive when the news was contraceptive To it being deceptive just to kill all the infected But I braved it, just passed four hundred days in Made peace will all the never’s in my skin And thank god Trump’s gone, but I remember where we’ve been And we gon' find justice when we reinstate the punishment for sin

You know this bitch is winning it Spinning shit, know my spitting is venomous How we spit it like discipline Music industry ain’t limiting me You see? I’m messing up So now I’m stressing up Phenomenally It’s mythological Fast rap, hashtag Impossible I was comical Now I’m unstoppable It’s illogical They call the rhymes and album saga chronicles Haters learning burns And so I take ‘em to the hospital A soap opera, soul, and sociopath It’s the secret to rap It’s a treatment for nap-having inhabitable's Flow is so whack, it’s unfathomable It’s unpredictable, yet never biblical What’s happening? I’m like Eminem, spitting lemon seeds Getting ‘em outta my anemone I was doubted and now I roast ‘em with recipes Diagnosing remedies with melodies Ibuprofen endlessly That shit was so heavenly, like Her and I ride around in the banana boat Joining AA, cuz I’m hooked on sucking cantaloupes Jazz, party, gumbo, verse like the Louisiana coast Rap’s my own antidote To all my stupid problems Yes, I guess this and chocolate But it ain’t allowed by paleo Girls flocking fast Fat ass on the ratio The white kind of broke Got Netflix, Hulu, but no HBO I’m talking to DOOF’s ween And he loving the fellatio He’s a mind-blower He’s a breath-taker Yet he spends his job cheating off a kosher test taker See a fat bulge So I yank it to the den And then he met his maker Then he savor End, say nev’ again I’m a career bomber meager in dollars I got all the school honors I’m on ‘em For being a rule-stopper She hates me Say I’m too caught up in the gay drama Mating so much I swear to god Ima become a father

Making raps, smoking pot, fucking hoes It’s the life I wanna live, yet it's the life you never chose, uh I used to be so active, now I stumble ‘round delirious A myriad of boredom, pray my kids will never know, uh 2020 smashed me in the ass hard And now I’m bleeding out, it got infected by the COV’, uh Since the virus hit, our lives have been a pile of shit But now it feels so normal, nothing’s just the way it goes, uh I wish that I could talk to you, connect with your ass I gotta stroll the side walks to pull my mind of the gas To the left you’ll find some flowers, to the right you’ll find some greener grass Depends on what you want, whether its substance or a sweeter flash It’s hard to find the little things in shadows of the big shit I barely see the sun because it’s covered in the whig spit Masked in the world and at home by the screen I mean it’s easier to hide behind control-shift-v Stunted my income, but I still profit off enough checks Keeping in cum and thus I’m as horny as a tuff chex I wake up so damn hungry for some food for thought Other than this loser’s arc It’s only ‘bout who you have and who you got I got this girl named m.e., but the distance and the factors stand COVID can’t spread through a screen, and yet the sadness can I started praying to god to avoid years of this Can’t show a smile through a mask and yet the tears persist Remembering the water slides, fun times Now the summer time is spent inside, uh Nothing to do, nothing to see I got the whole wide world behind a browser and a screen, uh

Here, there, everywhere, never sit Ponder all the raps that I’ll never spit 16 sips, want a hit? Nah, 16 bars get me lit Ay, sound the alarms, cuz you know It’s a modern day Shakespeare sonnet Know that shit ain’t new Like a conservative woman in a Nissan It’s honest-to-god some flawed shit Like you off, and back on, and off it Lifting the bar cuz you thought it’s Too easy for-me-to drop it Couple hundred thousand, put a lease on it None of that shit get the keys on it Reason, what the hell’s a reason? Never feel it, just feed it

I got a lot to say, but only two hands to write it down Sliding out my mouth, but I can’t find a use to fight it now But everything I fought, it was just now hitting me You said I was precious but I smelled like sprinkle cheese Sweating, wet from crying, sigh I’ll never use the hints that you buy me Feel me up and down, but it’s oily like styrene Why the hell you care about your hygiene? That bullshit’s reserved for the basics girls on IG Gross creep, get washed, stumble ‘round lost Ever high on strange happiness that comes at this cost Always feeling higher now than when you’d double bounce me I’d live in the dirt if you weren’t here around me I’d become a worm if I was left to my devices Make a silk cocoon just to have a place to hide in But now I make silk just to see what life is Feel my innards smile, man, that shit is kinda priceless But to be frank, I think I don’t think I like this Dirty like a Kaiji, sweaty like a cyclist Even all my off-key beats feel cleaner Than my body, mind, and soul after a sec with my demeanor And these creepy, crawly insects dicking with my mind Yet the few people I talk to say I’m living in my prime I’ll blame it on the hormones, get angry at my clothes And honesty is gross, I know, but honestly it’s just the way it goes I’m a dummy, yet I know who’s above me And no, I’ll never find a honey who could love me Who could always buy me soap, just not passive aggressively But in the meantime, I’ll just stumble apprehensively Anxiety, mood swings and shitty personalities Trapped in a cloud of dirt, and more in reality To everyone I love it’s a depravity, the feeling that I’m Falling, but I just can’t understand the gravity

A spider bites the soul of a rollercoaster rider Attaches to the artist like low and Flo Rida Watch as the blister grows wider These hoes, they divide us like flows with ghost writers A spider bites the soul of a rollercoaster rider Controlling poster-child's just to open smiles wider A blusky dummy’s dangerous in a prurient climate But guys don’t mind when a hoe don’t sign shit Bored, horny kids, it’s the same old notion Revved up 27 levels cuz of COVID Lotion and potions to boost morale Artificial sadness like the Panama Canal Combined with all the anger from the stress, love, and hormones Creates a flame of rage that ain’t cured with foom cortisone A pioneer like Miley, writing paths upon a grainy black The poster child for all of the broken nymphomaniacs Display a bowl of cherries yet you never pit the seeds Get the awkward's, with no crown chakras on weed Wasted on aluminum, but plants stay flowered With no pH monitor, they creaming every hour Bad habits drag a sow down the rabbit hole Add the fact that passion ain’t a main stay, grab ahold Sat on him, rocking third-grader khakis Prone to be alone, cuz she just too wacky Today she a jockey on her BOB But I ain’t got a P, so unfortunately I need a TVB on my WD And that’s all I’ll ever want, and that’s all I’ll ever need Dicks, brains, all the same, both get me wasted Intoxicated when she gon’ break it, naked Never went a day without thinking bout a booty Love died in '86, but we’re left with all the cooties Raunchy little Pokémon All in the ball of a great big god What am I to you? What are you to me? Dumb little ants, and it’s all we’re meant to be

The demons flee, but it’s still hell in the least Rebels rebel and how it yells like cows with bells on they leash They sing, it rings to each the places they’ve been telling to me I can’t do nothing cuz I’m stuck in this fucking game They say the fear here is but a delicacy Yet ain’t nobody gon' level with me The fire flickers, but there triggers to the traps just as well that I see So I remain stuck up in this fucking game Tough as nails with save restrictions Caved in to waves with addictions to huffing stuff Puffs and snuff ain’t enough to sustain her Revive wave race, they can catch me up later Ray trace

Bitches dead to me If they ever be testing me No shit, I know you’ve been Sharper when on amphetamines Hopped up on the phony shit Like dopamine and LSD Reality’s perceived But it ain’t the way we see it I could never find a referee Who takes it like you seventeen Streets ahead of me, yet you stuck on the mezzanine You struggle with your drugs All while I struggle with my epicene The world gives its shit And then we take it like its enemy In my core, you know I’m only what you see in me The gods are dying Now Olympus needs a deity Agree to disagree so disagreeably The meat of it is elsewhere too But only you could love the freak in me Never saw the sunshine before I saw you You never saw the sunshine before you saw the drugs “Dealing with me” is how you think of it, Guess I’ll find Another man to wipe the crash drool from your fingertips You always bounce back before the relapse hits I get it, you tried the bullshit I guess you hated me you hated it, and I should quit But I just never saw a smile on a cutie like this Under the influence? The fuck you doing next? The continuance of boners prone to phone sex? Fucking slut Prolly sucking nut like a vacuum Making vacuoles and holes in the PAC staff bathroom It’s not my job to try’n love it Try to give a mother fuck if you made me Just naturally, I’m too nice for ladies Hated on these labels The fable that made it fatal Now the only thing I gotta say to you Is "why the fuck you so unstable?" In my core, you know I’m only what you see in me I think you owe me fealty I’m sorry I’m so selfish that you’ll never know the real me With her I get no more spontaneity It’s just she’ll never love the freak in me

Said you left me just to focus on your mental health I guess I never guessed you needed any true professional help And I shouldn’t earn a medal cuz I meddled with your central peace I did it for some words to go over this instrumental beat Cuz life without a meaning means a boy without a soul and shit Know I was doing well before the hell and the explosions hit I was confident, so then I dropped it, then I’d broken it And honesty, I kinda wanted more than just a swollen clit As your therapist, I found solace in your sickness If you are ill, then that means all I gotta do’s prescribe the pills You saw it as love, but then I raced you to the finish I left you in the dust, covered in grime when we were climbing hills Cuz I don’t have the strength to up and carry you Or help you out, the manic pixie dream boy, I’m just trying to embellish you I never had the courage just to show you that I care for you I relished in your pain, I think this shrink was overzealous I’m a serial deranged kid, anxious and insane kid I’m more selfish and crabby than a shellfish Try hard to be selfless, I take pleasure in pain I’ve said “I” and “me” 27 times, guess I am selfish Or more so than you, though, post-me accusing you I’ll blame it on you any day to powerfully abuse you Then fix you up the next day, anyway I know I’m ill But it won’t make a difference if you’re leaving me still I know I haven’t said “I’m sorry” in a minute So I’m sorry, and you’re so kind, I know you will forgive it But what’s a man if not his word cuz it’s as phony as his standards? We may never know if we keep running from the answers And I’m that same runner that I’m racing when I’m high But my feet are running separate, thus I’m tripping to the sky I’d call you a competitor, but you would never try And if all you are’s a metaphor, then what the shit am I?

The world was a limitless Image of serendipity Turned, blurred, and obscured By minutes that stole my dignity Minutes controlled the ligaments Between my family’s trinity The minutes published shit Behind weed bowls and hostility It’s hidden in the holes But in his soul is femininity Obvious in toxicity The smoke spoke explicitly Time whizzed past As I figured my ass out These clocks melted, cocks belted Lashing out at liberty The answers to the riddles Were synonyms of infinity The hours passed minutely Tuesday was two seconds The rest of the week was school On Saturday, made records On Sunday, I found divinity But lost it in confessions My enemies, like validity And thinking I could pass Were a couple reasons that I didn’t fuck with the mass When I sat on my ass And tried to worship the bastard That botched my genitals By testicles, jizz, head and a shaft Said I’m sorry to my aunts And the bitches of Christmas past As I strutted, showed my ass And all these sinners did was laugh The boat to heaven was shaken But I escaped on a raft I was trying to spit the bible I’d written the fifth draft And I swear I’m not the devil Just un-level and queer I’m not into this show I got no business here Fucked by the drama Trauma prolly got me epicene I tried to shower it off But it sunk through the pores A fucking pansy, a Nancy A blooming flower, ignored A pussy in all the games Cuz I would always pick truth Lizzo’s right that shit gon’ hurt you I diverted to the booth I’m a kid amid happy chaps With no hope of sobriety I saw the irony But I mumbled it quietly Abandoned by society The millionth time You see, I told anxiety To come closer And spit some rhymes with me Paranoid, hysterical Ms. Hoover with Lyme My crimes will tally And rally to cry For my demise But the jokes on them Cuz I got played by time The femme fatale of the future Giving fooms till they fie Born broke, gonna stay Till the day that I die I lived a rich life with bitches Dropping strife on a dime But when I’m out of this house No HRT I can buy Without the help of my parents My whore dreams are all lies I tracked down All the Catholics at dawn I middle fingered their windows And took a piss on their lawns Cuz praise god for all the pills I’ll be on I’m fucking done with this lie Just pass the spliff and I’m gone Trauma’s bad, fought it back It emasculates Piffled matte, liquid Mascara Accutane Under that, not a slag But a cracker’s fate Fucking hag, just a fag In a masquerade Going home to my father Was forced to tolerate fear Or tell him fuck yourself Or fuck it, take a look in a mirror Went to confront my dad Enforce to him the fat piece of shit he was Stepped into his room Where I saw him getting his Willy tugged So pissed off Got chucked off the mezzanine Where I waited till my mom texts Like I did with my sex Stayed hidden in a closet To blow off shit, I was vexed

Attention deficit, try and dig for the claps Spitting shit but writing raps, write a song to tell the facts Rooted in the boredom but it sprouted from the seeds They focus on the art, but not the artist in the weeds You can kill a hundred people, but I'm scaredest if you draw it Cuz the motive for the artist ain’t your motive if you saw it In one way or another we all hate the love and love the hate Cuz loving selves is hate, you let the lies in, then you shut the gate And modesty is great in quantities but bad in others You hate yourself you hate your work and take away its color I’ll never see the world through the eyes of my brother But mine reveal a truth only the artist can discover I lost my mind, I stopped the time a couple hundred weeks ago The spiral feels so infinite, it’s spinning like its pizza dough Throwing like I'm thrown like I'm Lisa Loeb The artist feels dowsed in some cheap cologne Maybe why he sleeps alone Baby bitch blues, who’s the baby to you? Find shame in the name that you hated to chose To everyone I love I say I’m crazy in lieu of the truth Only ever deal with the white foe dues Faux like the new, phony like the clues The artist thinks, but never knows, forgoes what he knew The only thing you do is live and soak up the view But then again, all my special things mean nothing to you