Alphabetical - Xenon

Chilling like freon
On a 50 degree morn
Grinding for mine
You know
What you should be on
But you're a peon
A hater I pee upon
Only love my fans
Who I reach with xenon
Got no wedding ring on
Never put the thing on
Seen too many husbands
With foreheads of Klingons
Looking all stressed out
Like yo what's going on
Divorce rate so high
Can't win like Powerball
Or carnival games
Impossible to rearrange
People getting married
At a much older age
Some can't turn the page
And wish for older days
But I find that foolish
Gotta flow with the waves
I'm below in the cave
All alone with a page
Last will and testament
Before the grave
Never wanted to be
An industry slave
Then I tried to go independent
Man, what a pain
Alpha, what's going on
Nothing
Why you write such depressing songs
Fuck it
All the swag, where'd it go, it's gone
You can suck it
Where the hell did it all go wrong
Eat a musket
And why the hostile response
Catch up with mustard
Every song you're killing someone
Scalp you like Custer
In the industry you don't belong
I leave you flustered
From the top you'll fall like Kong
I hope I crush ya
Times of frustrations
Will reach the pages
Mental breakdowns
Entertain all ages
But this is not some whack
Reality show
Only if you buying weed
Can you knock on my do
But I have to make sho
Look through the peephole
Just want some privacy
Like other people
I knew one day
I'd be famous
But I never looked forward to the
Insane shit
I'm dangerous
Not for cornering
Shut up and buy the merch
Before you get mercked
Bring the orders in
Shine like porcelain
Dominate another country
Just like a Corsican
Napoleon
To whom I'm referring
Whether European, African
Asian, Australian
Listen to the wild American
Now they stare again
Like they're scared of him
Alpha, what's going on
Nothing
Why you write such depressing songs
Fuck it
All the swag, where'd it go, it's gone
You can suck it
Where the hell did it all go wrong
Eat a musket
And why the hostile response
Catch up with mustard
Every song you're killing someone
Scalp you like Custer
In the industry you don't belong
I leave you flustered
From the top you'll fall like Kong
I hope I crush ya

Written by:
Rafael Ginebra

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