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I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder

Ever heard of Aspergers? It’s a rare condition

It’s what you’re suffering from when you simply don’t care if its an

Eighty degree day and there’s no fricken air conditioning

And you can’t see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'

'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil ain’t on the level same as him

Just someone who rebels in straight masochism

And imagine him giving him an adjective an a** whooping

So bad they should put his a** in prison

I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally

Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground,

still can’t tell em apart

Came straight out the trailer park screaming I’m proud

To shop at K-mart and it became art

And I’m still fed up and as pissed off as they are

To this day I still get in fights with the same broad

At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart

In the middle of the aisle whilin I don’t give a f*** I don’t play!

You think you saw this basket first?

Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay

Illest s*** you could think I would say

Mind’s like a pile of clay

When’s the last time you saw a villain with a cape?

With a gaping hole in it

Whip out, whip down

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State

Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered

all over the entire state

And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates

So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray

But I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face

And this ain’t got nothing to do with a scalar

Being gay little faggot but by the way

Plus it’s getting darker by the day

I’m a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It’s a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical

Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I’m insane

Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray

I’m sellin' hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat

$ 11.99 so come on and pile a plate

I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise

With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m s***tin' on the competition

In the meantime it’s always mean time

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

I’ve been a career a**hole

I don’t see why these people always got my back

I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake

But I was put here not by accident

I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish

Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***

And I’m coming to get that quarter back

Like Ndamukong the drama can build

Your mama can ask me for my autograph

That cougars a MILF, she’s the oldest trick in the book

But I sure would fall for that

You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight

When I get on the mic I’m a snap

Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital

When I overdosed would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach pass it

Indigestion my suggestions’s Kaopectate

If it feels like I’m running away with the game

Its 'cause I am don’t speculate spectate

All I got is dick for days and insults for decades

But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches

Cry till you get puffy eyes red face

But I’m leaving on this jet plane

You ain’t fly, you’re an airhead

I’m sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole,

sorry another catchphrase

But your baggage ain’t gonna fit in my storage over headspace

'Cause you just ain’t big enough to fit your damaged goods

Other words don’t try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain’t I need my meds, I peed my bed

I’m going blind, I don’t see my legs, I keep on falling down

No wonder you can’t stand me, I need my cane

Someone help me I think my face is melting

If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain

This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head

If you read my mind you can see my pain

And you could see why I’d be this way

Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes

Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I’m about, like a f***in' echo

Psycho on a cycle

If I hear Iko

I’m out of control like no

Other mike-o, stab you to the nightpost

Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye close

'Cause I’m gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don’t like it

Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike

I’m gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up

the f***in' maestro, I’m like nitro

And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I’m libel to dig my hole deeper

It’s off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I want to dig my way to hell

I want to dig my way to hell

Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty

Thank you, God

It’s a girl

I’m gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in mouth

and get my balls blew out

And gay into the A. M

And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself show

But f*** it, suck from the tucket

Life’s too short to not stroke your bone

So everybody, everybody

Circle jerk, touch my body

Who is that? Where are you going? Mm come back

Why does everyone always leave me?

Hello? F*** you then

Blow it out your a**