Intro
Yuh! Yoo, Yoo
Yaoh, Yoo, Yo, Yuh

Verse 1
(I'm suicidal!)
I got voices in my head
How many choices till I'm dead?
I got all these loose screws but maintain poise under pres(sure)
I'm out in Boise repping sets
Making noise with my breath
Hoi polloi, don't fuck with feds
I enjoy life on the edge
Been driving my Accord like Corvette
I was able to hoist myself out of bed
But how long till I'm morgue dead?
I am not a normal human being
Up for three days again, am I dreaming?
Free speech over beats feels so freeing
A day spent away is like laying down and sleeping
Everyday is the reapers enzyme
Time is creeping
Rhymes heave in every breathing
No limits to achieving
No hindrance in believing
I ain't finished till I got a whole team and fiends sipping gold when we're eating
That may be out of reason but life can be deceiving that's why every evening I keep repeating what my brain bleeds

Hook (x2)
I got a pistol in my mind
Won't miss you when I rhyme
Feeling suicidal, I need to find a shrine
A rifle intertwined in the words I design
I could lie suicidal
But I'd rather die prideful

Verse 2
I'm feeling like I'm steaming
The pressure builds, my head screaming
Nasty thoughts, I got a demon to a believe me
Young Nicky where the G's be
I a-chieve the degrees
Discreetly decease E-m-cees
Release elite CD'S
Repeat the routine to relief my species
Then proceed to push being pro free, no police
Napoleon, can't hold me in
Exfoliate petroleum
Light me up, nuclear plutonium
A theologist of utopia
Oregonian focused on being a global custodian
My fovea focused on giving life like fallopian
Nick G is Nickelodeon
Oddly parenting on a podium
Compounded like H2O and sodium
Flow like the sound, of the o-c-aen
Bees been buzzing round, my birds worm
Long and firm, bust the sperm
Exothermic, determined to pass my learning’s to my surrogate
I serve the nerve in every verse of being persistent to push past turbulence in this life's verbal tournament
...everyday until I meet my terminus

Hook (x2)
I got a pistol in my mind
Won't miss you when I rhyme
Feeling suicidal, I need to find a shrine
A rifle intertwined in the words I design
I could lie suicidal
But I'd rather die prideful

Bridge
Shoot a staple in my face so I don't have to face all these dreams that I chase
They bind to me like staples
This pen to page enables all my fables to reality
When actually it's fatal to my spinal cable
Fucking with emotions until I overflow unstable
Feels like my life is left to chance like another spin the dradle
Sour whiskey through my nasal
Has me wishing I was able
To drift off into graceful
Sleep and rest in peace
Perfectionist I'm anal
Perfection through finagle
Creations tend to cradle
What’s in my mental snake hole (snake hole)

Hook (x2)
I got a pistol in my mind
Won't miss you when I rhyme
Feeling suicidal, I need to find a shrine
A rifle intertwined in the words I design
I could lie suicidal
But I'd rather die prideful

Outro (x2)
Perfectionist I'm anal
Perfection through finagle
Creations tend to cradle
What’s in my mental snake hole