Ekwesco - Coughwilder

It's fucking raining
I don't like it when it's raining
Well, fuck it. I will record anyways
Coughbat Sessions
I wrote this shit to "Rockwilder"
I guess it fits with this beat, fuck it, I'm going in
Yo, microphone checker
Knife to hole, met ya
Pipe & bowl, best one
Time to go, get up
Time to call a breezy with a friend bisexual
Happy enough to see a dyke show breasts
One time for the sheezy
Blow the whole roof off the heezy
After I get off the stage, hit another breezy
Her nipples poking through her jacket cause it's freezing
I get her home & let her jack it, til I eat it
Make it heated like a microwave oven
I used to battle rappers who don't try to say nothing
You should never expect to see the light of day running
Don't buy a tape, fuck it bitch, I'll find a way, gunning
I ain't shy to make duckets
Make it to my class in time to take a test and crash
Wake up & get some money
I've been breaking meth & crack
Where the molly at? Falling back
Often I get blocka-blocka naughtiness when coughing hash
Busting skullies with a fakie-flip, make 'em sick
Take a fifth, make a spliff, roll it up, take a hit
Listen to your cajun friend, EK is getting bank from it
Craziness, Alabama native trying to make it big, yeah
I used to think that writing verses made me fun & skillful
Then I got hunger for blood & started running sprints
I give the gun a spin, PAP!
Roll a blunt again and run before I see the fucking pigs try to cuff a nigga

I sit alone, isolated with my pen to the pad
Scheming on money & freedom, looking for questions to ask
You're trying to sell it? I'll fucking help you get rid of it fast
I fucking work at McDonalds and spit some crispy ass wraps
I'm trying to have a whip with the titties out
Buy a lighter and I flick, spliff is lit, we count
Hella smoke rings coming out my niggas mouth
I'm still trying to figure out the secret, what the trick about
Hiding highness from my mama was so normal then
I walk around with 40 pens, fuck you whores and trends
If someone stops me, they just let me sink my boredom in
Keeping me from where I wanna go, can I score a win?
I mean, shit bro, I'm trying to get my girl back
Cause ever since our misunderstanding, I think the world's whack
So much anxiety in me that I can hurl snacks
Plus everyday I'm feeling more & more like Merle Hag
Blisters on my hands, willpower in my membrane
You can't make success unless you start without a template
Make the shit from scratch, maybe you can get your rent paid
If she wanna fuck, I wear a helmet, keep the head safe
One hit, head change, sometimes I feel like 50
I gotta get outta hell before they come and get me
Nowadays, Rap overflows with a bunch of bitches
You ain't busting no clips, pussy you're busting fiction

I'm bound to get it, that's a direct self-law
I ain't gonna ever fall out, just call me DeathClaw
I slept on top of a lady because her breasts soft
And if they're big, it might take a while to get lost
Walking through the park, shirt backward like Kriss Kross
Stumbling & huffing like Rick Ross, a big boss
Grab her by the bra, tell her I'm about to take this off
And snip the back clasp & put her in a hip toss
Woke up in the evening with my hat already on me
Jump up in my whip and notice that the tank is on E
People hitting up my fucking celly say they're homies
Yet I'm still staying lonely, like quarantine
Lost my little sister before she ever opened up her eyes
I don't even wonder why, I just really want to cry
Back when I was little, way before my brother's time
Now she on the other side, beauty of a butterfly
Stressing all the time, depression on my mind again
Basic ex hoes try to come into my life again
I'll be got-damned if I ever make a wife of them
When they get to blowing up my line again, I'm hiding quick
Some of them show up to my house unannounced
And when I see them, I just want to pop a ton of vicodin
As I hit the floor, analyzing where my mind has been
Striking like a viper, no longer in my environment
Friday night, I fry my mind by like 9
I'm trying to find a guided light, shining bright
Shy & blind, not wired right, like a time traveling machine
If you have to get to me, make you battling cuisine
When I'm rapping, I get mean
I returned from the bottom with sharp rocks & objects
I can show them how to make long shots of progress
Massive & obscene, need drop tops & tarps spread

Written by:
Edward Wescovich

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