Money Mitch - Insomniac

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
We are tonights entertainment

The ecstacy
Got me nauseous
In a freak state
It's hard to stay awake
I'm takin' uppers
On a week day
I start to sip lean
The syrup keep
My heart from racin'
And now I'm morphin'
Into the inner monster in me
Somebody help
My brain tweakin' off the drugs
And I can't see straight
The methanes creepin'
Into my lungs
I'm 'bout to freebase
Uh
Got dopamine
And cocaína
For the rebate
I'll rob
Ya' momma house
And then sell ya
Whatever we take
I promise
There ain't been this much blood
Since f****** D-Day
You see we got guns
Open up
And do what we say
We need the combination key
To yo' stuff
So put the drugs
Up in the duffle
Put the money
In the m************ briefcase
Fly to Colombia
To meet my brother
Felipé
I get high to get numb
Klonopins
Rum
I think I finally lost
My m************ mind
Anxiety's gettin' worse
F*** sobriety
I need me a sprite
Yea, I'm so high
That I might scream at the mic
Like Jesus C*****
Lil' geek
You can get beat
Wit' a pipe
That DMT got me believin'
That my life is a dream and
I'm seein' demons in my sight
I think I'm dyin'
And I don't see no light

Alright, you listen to me you m***********, it is on
We're coming at you with everything we got
So you better get you head out of your a**
And be ready for anything
You are f****** dead

Ya better beware
The terrorist
He's impaired
And arrogant
He'll eat you up
Like pears
And asparagus
I don't care 'bout yo
Venereal disease
Wear a rubber
When I tear it up
Like, ahh
Matter fact, f*** the rubber
I'm a sick
Twisted
Addicted to smack m***********
I'm a strapped up
Straight from Iraq m***********
I'm a, gon' run up on you wit a gat
When it's rainin'
Aim it at yo cap
Let it yack yack, m***********
Better achoo
Like I blessed you in this m***********
Better check
Yo' next move
Or get shooted up, m***********
Mr. chest pubes
Oughta guess
Who in this m***********
Better run like I intercepted
Two of them m************
Call me Aqib
Talib
How I move
Through you suckers
And we can hit knee
To knee
I'm still jukin'
And truckin'
I put that beat
On repeat
Look out my peep hole
And get to beatin'
My meat
Til' I spew
And erupt
And I think
I feel like
I gotta cut ya loose
You shoulda known by now
That I don't f*** wit' you
B**** I'm a grown ass man
Wit' them stone ass hands
So get to steppin'
'Less you feel
Like you got somethin' to prove
Ahh

You asked me
If I was in the meth business
Or the money business
Neither
I'm in the empire business

Say
Don't you remember
When you told me
That you'd be sober
In December
Now its march, babe
I don't give a f***
So namaste
B****, I'm faded
I'm miles away
Get out my face
I'ma cut
Ya' up
And leave my retros
Painted
In marmalade
I'm Insane
Its an armageddon
But wait
Because I a-reckon
That Satan's inside of me
That obviously means
Society's pacin'
I'm an a-f******-bomination
Droppin' bombs
On yo nation
I'll spill ya guts
And carve ya face
And chop ya arms
And legs off
Like Adolf
I relax in my throne
Yea, I'm the king
And I'm bigger than Yao Ming
Ya mean
Alas
I am the Captain like Kirk
This Percocet
And this blow
Gon' beam me up, Scotty, beam me up
I'm leavin' you a*******
You see we're crashin'
My lyrical a** ain't dyin' here
'Cuz my spirit'll last
Whip ya wit' my miracle back stroke
I got that rap flow
You got that semen
And crap flow
That Bieber act's gotta go
Don't act like no h*
Our ship is sinking in space
You signed a waiver to die for this s***
So bye Felicia
I'll say hi to ya' kids
And if they ask, I might get high with yo' kids
'Cuz when I was a kid
I was gettin' high wit' yo' b****
And five minutes in
She was slobbin' my d***
And bobblin'
Her knockers a bit
I got a job for them tits
Go on, stroke my c*** for a grip
I feel like Tupac in 'dis b****
Snoop Dogg in 'dis b****
I'll stomp you wit' my kicks
Hit you wit' the ball of my fist
All in yo' s***

If you don't know who I am
Then maybe your best course
Would be to tread lightly

Written by:
Mitchell Kaylor

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