death race

Lyrics

run forrest run!, i'm doing battle with imaginary demons, you can hear 'em, inner savages are screaming, my life's a fucking nightmare so i keep dreaming, feel like i'm trapped in a prison, not a free man, but i am just trying to stick to my agreement, my loyalty to those who helped with my achievements, yeah, all the others they can kick rocks, i'm trying to open up my heart but the shit's locked, so many people in my life fucking did squat, they think i owe 'em, they can eat a bowl of pig slop, bloodhound bound for glory, astounding story, i can tell that everyone around me's worried, yeah, i can tell what everyone around me's thinking, will he ever go back to the drugs and drinking?, and will he ever go back to the hoes and sluts?, will he start walking 'round again like he knows too much?, will he ever go back to the games and start making videos with strippers while he's singing bang, bang?, ha! not in this lifetime. i guarantee that, i was being stupid as fuck and now i see that, and i don't need to wait and see the people's feedback, i put that shit on everything! i'll never have a relapse, and i can tell the ones i love, they finally see that, i'm staying in my lane, fuck a speed trap, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, the way i rap, you would think i got a power pack, everything i spit is wet, get a shower cap, i'm getting old, midday take a power nap, give me any motherfucking beat, i'll devour that, i'm so alive that when i spit, these rappers seems dead, make you bleed supreme red, rapping with a clean head, i'm like a bat out of hell ready for liftoff, and i still rock a mic and rap like i am pissed off, classy like the walldorf, game like a ball court, style, i got all sorts. child, in a small fort, compatible with radical rap-stars to rap hard, bad scars, fucking glass shard, i smash bars, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, ok, still a hypochondriac, cleaner than a laundry mat, i am still a psycho and at night i'm an insomniac, thoughts still dark without a forgiving head, at night, in my apartment, it's night of the living dead, yeah, used to be a zombie, now i'm just a vampire, hotter than a campfire, flowing like a hand dryer, ocd? i got ocd, but my rhymes are fucking dirty like the odb, how many people down with opp, get yourself stuck for pussy, oh that won't be me, still, they love the kid, 'cause i'm very strategic, make these other fuckboys look paraplegic, fuck with madchild? i will bury your legion, make your whole damn region compare you to rejects, trippin' if you're thinking that i'll swear to allegiance, i'll just have my little young homies tear you to pieces, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, what up tho!, i'm just staying my lane, here to finish what i started, got my head back in the game, i could tell you things will never be the same, and i'm still the same g, but a whole lot's changed, yeah, i'm a motherfucking super beast, the little monster's back, the little monster's back, with the six kin, rob the viking in the house, we in the studio killing shit