Subject A (Live Freestyle)

I don't know what else is hiding in the forest

I might have to blow it up, pretend i'm dead or just adore it

I'm feeling jaded, insecure and whatever happens i'll stay upon it

I'm jumping bullet to bullet and I guess i should've wrote up something on it

I don't like haikus and i don't like you when you're blue

Put the blame on me

I guess we fit foot to shoe

I'm just great boy, how are you?

I am never in the mood

I'm so silly , stick like glue

Two people who don't know what they're doing



I guess you think you're the creme of the crop

I guess you think you're the creme of the crop

I guess you think you're the creme of the crop

I guess you think you're the king and i'm your subject



You're subjected to violence

I'mma make sure of it

Yeah i can get a little rotten in my brain, I admit



It's rough, then it's soft then i stick to the rules

And i stick to the rules

Cause that's just what i'm known to do

That's just what i'm known to do

Your plan is fullproof , you got so many issues

I'm sick of my tissues, I bet you think that i miss you

I felt so misused, you have such an attitude

You cry baby, you say bohoo

And say bye bye like it's up to you

Like it's up to you , it's not up to you

You barely have any accountability for the shit that you do

It's not up to you, naw naw it's not up to you



So you can claim i'm a victim or claim i'm a liar

Claim i'm a stupid bitch, aaahh you're a coward

I'm just resentment , resentent empire

I wanna be torturing truth from out of you

I don't know why you do half the shit you do

Guess you thought that you could pull it off, it isn't true

Fuck you and fuck your former thought about me

I know what you'll amount to be

Nothing , nothing

That's the way of life

Yeah people who climb so hard are gonna fall down

I don't really think you're a big big big baby

I just think you frown too much, you frown too much

You frown too much, you frown too much

You frown too much, your dreams will turn to mush

Just get up and do something about it

Until it seeps from your hand like some sand

Like you're in a sandcastle you built and it's crumbling

On top of your head, so stop mumbling

You think you're a fucking rapper well you try to be

That's so fucking cute hahahaha let me see what you got

You got

Yeah you think that you god, all you got is some clout

Yeah i'm shitting on your parade

Fuck the tinkles

Shitting on your parade

Fuck the tinkles

I'm Santa with no gifts on Christmas

Give you a flip

Boy you missed it

Fucking fucking fuck you up until you're drowning

Sick you to the curve like you need somebody

Rotten teeth, rotten brain, rotten heart

I don't really think you understand the shit you started

The shit you started, the shit you started

Look into my eyes as you drop and drool

I don't understand why you think you're a tool

You're such a big boy in a big boy pack

Well let me give you something to sing about , bitch

You sing like garbage

You sing like garbage

And you stink like garbage

And you stink like garbage

Cause garbage stinks, man and so do you