DREGG - Butterscotch Biscuits

I put my dick in a vice and now it's flat
I ate too much Kentucky Fried Chicken, now I'm fat
I travelled all the way down to hell and now I'm back
If I put two sentences together and they rhyme then that's a wrap
If you clap back at me then I will take it as applause
I have got a really big sack like Santa Clause (damn son)
I have got a really big sack like Randy Marsh
In that episode of South Park when he tried to microwave his own balls
I don't know how to do gutturals
Way too meta for my own good
Butterscotch Biscuits
Half of ya'll are rich kids
Did this on my own
This commitment is a sickness
Check this
All these metalcore singers live at home with their parents
Rah, big scream
That shit don't even scare us
Gimme A D for anti depressants
We ain't on the same shit, so don't compare us
Pay no taxes
Put failure off as I beat the drum
Ignore these rashes
Their jelly made of petroleum
Rub salt in gashes
Through meditation trump temptation
Consequence after
Act now
Think about it when it's done
Who the fuck are you trying to tame this beast?
Don't take the blade out, just weaponise your fears
Weaponise your fears
Weaponise your fears
Weaponise your fears
Weaponise your militant ideas
What makes you so punk?
You scream 'fuck the man' while riding his junk
Aye
What makes you so punk?
You scream 'fuck the man' then you gag on his cock, motherfucker
(Oi oi oi oi oi)
Aye
Ima' misgender the pope
Aye
I don't pretend to be woke
Aye
Ima' put hands on a random and hold them for ransom
I'm out of control
Aye
Ima' do this 'til I go grey
Ima' drop this then I'm ghost
Wraith
I get the drip like Poseidon
The chakras aligning
The timing is perfect
I switch up the flow
And they already know that the thoughts are mechanical
Mind of their own
My head in my phone
Looking up how to untangle my headphones
But I got the AirPods in
Something is wrong
I get so bored
I get ignored
I put in effort and see no reward
So I'm done acting like I give a fuck when I don't give a fuck
No I don't give a fuck anymore
So I will never zip up my fly
Both my shoes are now untied
I just taught myself to dance
Took a Xanny with my pride
Project 'Homo Homocide'
Should I kill the other side?
It's my toxic masculinity
What good is it?
Now die
Carpal tunnel from crushing your mind in palm of my hand
And I'm kind of glad that I damaged that idea there
Cause it sucks
Lose control of the narrative
No one knows like the pyramids
Some would think it's embarrassing
Man, I don't give two fucks
Pay no taxes
Put failure off as I beat the drum
Ignore these rashes
Their jelly made of petroleum
Rub salt in gashes
Through meditation trump temptation
Consequence after
Act now
Think about it when it's done
What makes you so punk?
You scream 'fuck the man' then you gag on his cock, bitch

Written by:
Christopher Mackertich

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