drugs in my pocket

Lyrics

fuck this economy, cigarettes and red bull, i am the provider with the spider and the viking, and on the typewriter, i am divider of the titans, faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning, tight is when i hold the mic explode and show the world excitement, totally enlightened and walking on a different path, when i hit a verse it's like a fucking car collision crash, the rate of rebuilding my life, it isn't fast, i don't care how rich i get, i'm never flying business class, put me in economy; i don't care who you bunch of stars, like it's astronomy and i am an anomaly, the type of verses that i spit could be a real problem, ill goblin climbing up the hill, hobbling, still squabbling; unidentified flying object, they wondering whats inside my closet, little, green martians and sci-fi projects, and big, furry monsters with eyes like targets, carcass with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet, help me: i'm a psycho with a knife and mental illness, give me a gun; i am troublesome, cause i'm quick to pop a rapper like he's bubble gum, i got drugs in my pocket and i don't know what to do with them, drugs in my pocket, i got drugs in my pocket and i don't know what to do with them, drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket, he put drugs in my pocket, man, i thought that i was through with them, yeah, drugs in my pocket, i got drugs in my pocket and i don't know what to do with them, drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket, got a red under my bed, there's a little, yellow man in my head, i'm a bipolar polar bear zipping up a polar fleece, drinking polar ice and pepsi cola on a coral reef, every lyric that i spit is an oral feat, elbows on my knees, head in hands thinking 'poor, old me', i keep a strap tucked; at least a sharp blade, cause kids be playing more games than an arcade, and i am not afraid: i will shoot you dead, there's more snakes in this club than medusa's head, i'm still underground: call me tomb raider, while i rap with iron jaws like moonraker, you keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables, i'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table, i'm not too stable: i am off my rocker, i'll lift you while making noises like i was chewbacca, i'm fucking dope, like i could cook the rock up, he's a malacka and i'm down to knock his fucking block off, so thank-you, mr. ron cavanaugh, my friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano, when i say i'm hot, that means that i'm too hot to handle, if i don't make it in rap, to willie nelson: i can rock a banjo, i got a.38 special in the pocket of my hoodie, while i shake my pill bottle see if i still got some goodies, give me a gun: i am troublesome, quick to pop a fucking rapper like he's bubble gum, i swear i'll stab him with a sharpened lead pencil, cause rappers, they got great, big heads like fred flintstone, i'm michael myers with a pair of pliers, first i'll eat your eyes and then i'll set your hair on fire, now call me jason with a hockey mask, midlife crisis and i'm still a little, cocky brat, i'm tired of all these copycats, i need some help: i've never felt this fucked, cause i had everything and then i had to self-destruct, now i've got nothing but i swear that i am not complaining, signing out from canada: van' city where it's always raining