Jeec - Mad

Lemme tell you a little fact
Since I've started writing rap
A lot of nobodies heads
Became experts
"I was expecting this
I was expecting that"
Making claims like they taught Tupac
Man, thanks, now can you take your hands
And pull two middle fingers up your ass?
To be sincere I wanna make clear
That when I look at the mirror
I don't feel superior
But I don't need the opinion
Of who talks but doesn't know
What the fuck is talking about, like television
Sorry was that too hard?
"Maybe"
Okay, okay, I'll move on
"Thanks"
You know what's good about writing?
I can spit from my mouth everything's coming
From my fucked up brain
I don't even worry about rhyming
If you don't think about it, words strike like lightning
It's a glorifying pain
Won't hide my name, I don't want fame
It's inhumane to choose a jail
Instead of a fucking life
Now hide from the hurricane
It's not difficult to rap fast
It's difficult to make last
A machine with no fuel smashed
Understand the metaphor
Maybe I'm incomprehensible
Even if you read the words
You'll probably need to read
Yhem again to comprehend
What the fuck I said
Maybe I'm just a dreamer
Nonbeliever that a river
Can dry without anyone seeing it
I'm being split
If it's true that you don't like to be fooled
Tell me why the fuck if I tell you what I think
You're not gonna be that cool about it
Do you really wanna talk about it?
"But Jee, sorry me if I'm a p - u - s - s - y"
I did the spell now you pronounce it
told you I'm honest, you doubted?
I promised, should have trusted

Mad, I'm going mad with this
Man, my balls are filled with
Shit, that I'm gonna spill
All over the place so
When you smell it you'll know
That I've been here before
You even made your first step
Now you won't fly away from my web

"So let's recap what you said
You think that people on the internet
Shouldn't talk without knowing facts"
Yeah, I guess
"And that they all should be dead"
Wait, what? That's not what I meant
"Okay we're done with the interview, thanks"
No, wait! And she's gone, Ah fuck it

Mad, I'm going mad with this
Man, my balls are filled with
Shit, that I'm gonna spill
All over the place so
When you smell it you'll know
That I've been here before
You even made your first step
Now you won't fly away from my web
Mad, I'm going mad with this
Man, my balls are filled with
Shit, that I'm gonna spill
All over the place so
When you smell it you'll know
That I've been here before
You even made your first step
Now you won't fly away from my web

Written by:
Giosuè Rasi

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