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letra de slept on - aye ray

[verse 1: anonymous]
take a look inside the mind of a psycho
it’s like an acid trip with edgar allen, making a slide show, screamin’, “hi ho”
pushin’ my patience, writing these rhymes
i’ll take it out by chokin’ necks, until i got you hittin’ high notes
really though, what do i know?
i’m the type to take a tip for survival
say, “kiss my -ss”, and walk off p-ssed, and pick a fight with a rhino
say, “swear to god” at church, then go and slap a priest with a bible
like how’s it feel to face the words written by some of your idols
these kind of words are despiteful, i’m f-ckin’ nice though
mind’s a cross of pickin’ daisies, mixed with homicidal
sorry mom, but this pen and some adderall, with a ton of written raps, might make a spark and have your little man go viral
but all i see are some f-cked up verses, straight from a f-cked up person
rehearsing these f-cked up words and excessive cursin’
blurtin’ out, “i’m a virgin”, making trips to a surgeon, so i can get g-ssed up worse than these rappers on twitter, lurkin’
every week it gets worse with these posers sending me links to peep their tracks, but i just laugh, cause my time to hear it ain’t worth it
i might sound like a jerk, but they suck and they’re blowing up off sounding whack, with stolen styles and they don’t even deserve it
take it back and reverse it to shady’s old public service announcement
my d-ck is big, missy elliot wouldn’t work it
dammit, the way i put this sh-t together’s too perfect
i’ll give a f-ck about your verdicts, just that sh-t and re-word it
to something strong and -ssertive, to kids who are still learning cursive
this constant talkin’ sh-t gets hotter than an urn in a furnace
get burnt to double the ashes i’ll probably need me permit
to keep on going back and forth, and make the innocent nervous
this pair of kings will make you fold, and go and close up the curtains
i don’t intend on being famous, but i know that for certain
we’re f-ckin’ doper than 80 percent of rappers that workin’
but bustin’ -ss so we can only get ignored, isn’t worth it
what am i thinking? train of thought, i just lost it
drunk in my bathroom, p-ssed out, i hit my face on the faucet
wakin’ up in a coffin, i’m coughin’ up alcohol
and some chronic’s lodged in the back of my tonsils, i’ll hit the bottom, and just hock it
i’m sick of all this nonsense, talkin’ constant sh-t, and mouthin’ off
and rhymin’ ’til i got you f-ckin’ shook, and stuck in silence
i lost my mind in ’99, and ’til this day, i still can’t find it
take a look inside this psycho’s eyes, i swear i’ll leave you blinded, b-tch

[verse 2: aye ray]
not suicidal but i truly feel worthless
haven’t found my sense of purpose, ’cause i’m busy learning what purp is
arab b-tches with turbans, twerkin’, shirtless, for berkin purses
we’re hopin’ they’ll get to jerkin’ us off with some jergin’s
i’m a perv, when i get to splurgin’ all over a virgin
murkin’ servants of government urgent services, screamin’ out, “f-ck the nurses”
cause i’ma show ’em what turnt is, they take a sip from my thermos
then i’ma leave ’em wordless, and i’m barely scratchin’ the surface
i’m makin’ an -ss outta this -ssonance, smashin’ -ss, what is abstinence?
i’m in the whip, dashin’ on my way to the kardashians
we in the car blastin’ music and p-ssing that cannabis
really suited my appetence, now we laughing on accident
panelists think i’m fabulous, -n-lysts just ain’t havin’ it, and the m-ss is unanimous
actavis make me actionless, blasphemous, i’m being scandalous
i’m never f-ckin’ with lean, except for a covered blunt
forgot the things that i seen, it f-cked me up, i won’t front
i thought that it was a dream, but i never woke up
i’m smokin’ up on the green, ignore me i’m chokin’ up
i bury all my emotion, so it’s bound to open up, yup
i know you n-ggas feel these writtens, you like the way that i’m spittin’
i’m leavin’ these n-ggas smitten, you p-ssy n-ggas a kitten
i’m never quittin’, we servin’ n-ggas bad, like badminton
then have relations with their women, like bill clinton
then we proceed to k!ll bill, like quentin
i am not a musician, but you can feel my inner ambition
bring suspicion to people cuz i’m in the best condition, good for your nutrition
open up and take your vitamin d
and tell your local fireman to put his siren at ease
slidin’ triton through this mic to douse with flame with a flow
fighting poseidon, put his head on a pike, and take his seafood to go

- aye ray

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