Beep Boop - Paracetamol

Paracetamol, you say I gotta eat them all
I had a meeting called and I stopped it at a screeching halt
It's fucking feeding off me, and I couldn't care less
Hopin' for an OD, bitch you think I fear death
Weird, well how could I go against the mould like this
I'm a cold savage bashin' this old ass bitch
I know that bar will come and bite me in the ass
Maybe sooner than I think, what do you think: will he last
Nah, I'll be in a hospital ward
After I ended up damaged in an odd little war
I got pistols drawn in the cockpit of awe
Crashing down and saying I want the capital stormed
Let me clear my throat
You better see my role
Read the memory I wrote
C'mon buddy, let me hear I'm dope

Taking paracetamol till I'm drowsy: good
Getting so anaemic though, vision's cloudy, bruh
I listen to my doctor, she allows me to
I got them frowning whenever I go doubting her

Paracetamol, help I got a headache
Medic, medic, continue I won't let it
I'm crazy, so don't put me in a box like I'm from FedEx
I'm pasty, yeah the milky way is what I'm reppin'
All the way to Andromeda, attacking me ad hominem
I'm bombing them to smithereens, these bitches mean and dumber than
A Doberman, you offer him for the grand offering
With homonyms, I'm abolishing the bad and the awful things
Verses so addicting they should be illegal use
Might be stripy, so I'm likely to be Beetlejuice
Hotter than Betelgeuse, I never face defeat or lose
Hey, can you use words that actually normal people use
Fuck you, saying you're a bad hoe, bad bitch
You ain't got bars on par with Randolph Saevedj
My alias reminds aliens of what hysterics is
Follow the carrot stick, my larynx is a hip hop terrorist

Taking paracetamol till I'm drowsy: good
Getting so anaemic though, vision: cloudy, bruh
I listen to my doctor, she allows me to
I got them frowning whenever I go doubting her

Paracetamol, painkillers
All my homies paid killers, I will never say filler
Hypocritical, hippie mystical
Spiritual miracle lyrical individual
Sorry, if I have more wordplay
While you're repeating and saying what a turd say
Compared to me, I spit sweet dessert plates
And disagreeing is just an absurd claim, now turn pale
Well, I seem bipolar, but I'm dead inside
I will start going in the shed and hide
Ey hold up, a bowler's the one that spares and strikes
I only spare until I need to strike, basic right, chasin' highs
Slam your head against the desk and erase your life
Spittin quicker than most rappers, might as well just race the time
Tasting violent mindsets, spittin' at psychiatrists
Literally saliva, yes now sit and just lie tired, bitch

Taking paracetamol till I'm drowsy: good
Getting so anaemic though, vision: cloudy, bruh
I listen to my doctor, she allows me to
I got them frowning whenever I go doubting her
Taking paracetamol till I'm drowsy: good
Getting so anaemic though, vision: cloudy, bruh
I listen to my doctor, she allows me to
I got them frowning whenever I go doubting her

Written by:
Eivind Trovåg

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