Go to bed tired wake up hungry Stay numb like the gums of a cocaine dealer Shit gets thick Trick of the trade That recipes automatic Testing me may cause some static Stoic ways blaze in yo attic like a stow away Pop out when you sleeping You won’t know the light of day Told you not to fuck around your clownery Got you gunned down drunk now but still drinking Like to dk my killing before I do my thinking Thought less like a mixed up Kentuckyen Fry your chicken if you fuck with him Must me madness because you came up on me Greatest of all villains In a van with no candy Candid like random do More shells then the ocean too Beat you like the blacks and blues Fine dining with no gratitude Fraternal order of some fucked up monks No more room in the back seat? You ride in the trunk Don’t overthink everything like last time Hard to lose your mind doing panamime More chopper then a chef got Stand here, in this line and hold my damn spot Liberate me written on my cage Too damn tired to respect the stage Life is what you make it I was born in a tailored three piece While youse was born nakid