[Verse 1: coinslots
My skin is whitish yellow wishing it was indigo
Or even greener gleamer
Watching all the people go
Out like a light bitches fright day and night
Every fucking time i grab the mic and go
Living the life up in the studio
Big booty hoes is what you fuckers ever talk about
Rig hit the squonk like a trucker on the whole damn route
Always spout
Never eat the trout
One headshot scout
I'm on the way out
And i'm doubting myself
Cause we left on the shelf
While the brothers are smothered
Like no one else

[Verse 2: plant]
Evidently I been ready for the ending
Im losing my shit can’t stand up straight without another headache
I been lending my patience to all these other mental patients
Them being plant, the lord of the eyes and the other mental cases
You think that I been changing but I’m not I’m still the same kid
That kid who ain't eating, kid who’s hand bleeding all of the same shit
Most commonly found inside to watch cartoons, I’m only ever really up to check the ratings
Honestly i’m still afraid of getting wasted
Ill throw up on the floor but to me thats become some plain shit
You know happiness, yeah I’ve learned to never save the bitch
Gagging, retching, walk oh home, don’t tell me we on the same shit
Cause I can see it when I look at you, you lame bitch
Don’t try to tell me that we’re friends, I am not famous
Don’t want you here, to you I never wanna say shit
So stop this now, shouldn’t have to say that I hate you