Flaccid Basket - EGO DEATH

Switchblades switching places
On my fucking album placement
Lackadaisical, probably cuz I'm too complacent
I remember sitting in my grandpa's basement
Rhyming words just for entertainment
Never wanted to become famous
But then I realized that talent should never be wasted
Why the fuck should I ever let myself be underestimated
People love to say my lyrics are crazy and I'm uneducated, uh
You see what that nigga Tyler created
I used to rap a bit like Logic
But Frankly, I gotta say I upgraded
That's not a diss, his discography's great, that flow was just not for me so I graved it
Not gone lie it'll always be engrained in my mind
So, but um
Fuck it though, my emotions are going high right now
My eyes are red and bulging and I feel like I'm inside a dome
I can't remember how to fucking smile
Thankfully my girl is at the ready
On my moths fucking running speed dial
She fucked me over cuz my faults been taking tolls on me
Now I'm paying for it all because this acid's fucking strong
And I honestly I can't even tell what the fuck is going on
I'm just thinking of picking pieces and reminiscing
About the ending but fuck it, this just the beginning
That hook go hard but that beat go harder, got me retarded
Fuck, my bad, that shit slipped, my ego's surely dead
My brains so fucking fried off this acid, my bad for what I said
No, I don't like that ending, that doesn't flow
Well that's too fucking bad nigga,
I'm pretty sure it's my go
123, who is you
Achoo, bless you
Man what's the news
I'm sitting here jamming to some motherfuckin tunes
Watch out nigga, damn I need some fucking room In my
Padded room cause I'm going crazy
Tryna kill my inner demon
The one who fucking raised me
LSD got my ass tripping like a baby
Inner thoughts talking to me like I'm Wolf Haley
What's up buttercup
Finna uppercut
These lil fucks who suck my girls right lower nut
Finna go a ham and cheese on these niggas
Cause they rap about shit that they never experienced
I mean what the fuck is I in a meaningful sentence
This LSD got me thinking too hard
Man I'm getting too hard
My mf dick is getting too large
That's a lie but who am I to judge
Don't hold a grudge if I'm getting to silly
This LSD not you so pull a gun out and kill me
If you feel a type of way
If you want me to stay
That's all you had to say
If not, then get away bitch
You're not a fucking option anymore
I thought I loved you but you just a whore
And you just sobbing on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Just to get the job done you fuck ass spic

Written by:
Flaccid Basket, Alex Taylor, Santos Byrd

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