Cyberpunk

this that cyberpunk this that junk in the trunk this that slam dunk I'm going nuts call me chipmunk been up for three days, what? the equivalent of being black out drunk just quit it your raps bunk in my feelings I tend to sulk try to touch my family I'm the hulk incredible how lames talk I can see pussy when you walk you'd best shrug it off I'll fuck your bitch in the meantime now your times out I don't give handouts clout isn't what this is about I want to yell and shout instead I'll just sit and pout I'm wavy like a trout I took the nihilist route threw away all my loot to death I salute while my mind pollutes I'm going on commutes to put it in girls poop shoots stick to your suits I'm happy taking hoots happiness is in pursuit but the point is moot I flex while you go on mute I don't mean to be rude but I'm just not that dude I tend to be crude I miss being lewd to the computer screen glued nowadays I have no mood just feeling numb my soul is nude to life my subscription I renewed yet all I do is eat food and smoke food but I allude I just wanted to say drugs rule drop out of school you a tool you a fool you got issues I'll give you tissues my life been full of abuse so tonight I might just pull the noose inbetween flexing and dying what I chose I don't even remember crying I remember sirens in the lions den wanna act like boys put them in the pen I just wrote so many bars by accident I want to quit rapping but the truth more days I laid on the floor contemplating with lil peep I miss my dead homies for sure I wanna buy out the store please excuse me I'm bipolar means I don't pick sides means my mind goes off and on the shine I have is solar but my body doesn't want it my mind doesn't want it the world doesn't want it how am I living in this nightmare you know what they say