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[dempsey]

i’m a millennium ahead of opponents isn’t it obvious?
living real life, i put a rift in the oculus
act first, think second, deal with the consequence
i been doing that, plus establishing my dominance

yeah i know i’m k!llin’ it, keep the f-cking compliments
got frowned upon, i never lost my confidence
never been a common kid, i ain’t doing common sh-t
i’m the weirdest mother f-cker walking on the continent

no joke, they should put me in a psych ward
f-cked up system i’m a glitched out cyborg
ripped out everything i felt no spine cord
i do not belong here, i wish i could time warp

tried to go to school but i couldn’t stand the whiteboard
they was in the cl-ssroom, i was with the white wh0r-s
big dreams b-tch, one day imma cop a white porsche
can’t stand fakes, all you b-tches make my eyes sore

metamorphosis, i’m changing up dramatically
times flying by, it’s moving super rapidly
working every second, nothing happens magically
maybe i’m obsessive, pretty much, practically

that’s fine though, cause that’s what i have to be
can’t commit to anything and only put in half of me
if i’m doing something, i’m doing it emphatically
giving what i got, i ain’t watching people p-ssin’ me

i don’t think i love anybody alive, it’s a dark [heat?] dark world i’m trynna survive
there ain’t been n0body like me i’m hard to describe
i don’t recognize myself, i’m in disguise

i don’t want a family, i can’t have a bride
i’m living like a mormon i got multiple wifes
i’d rather have s-x with a couple of dimes
and
always change hoes like a couple of times

tattoo’s on my body representing i’m rebellious
i ain’t what i used to be, not even a sh-ll of it
i be causing trouble just to do it for the h-ll of it
if my soul is worth a lot, f-ck it, then i’m sellin’ it

fast life, fast cars, i wish i could have that
trynna make it happen every night, i’m a lab rat
living at the studio, yeah that’s where i crash at
plotting on a big bag, and i’m finna’ cash grab

pretty much a petty pessimistic piece of sh-t
police pull me over i told them “i plead the fifth”
i ain’t with the talk if i’m real i’m with the sh-ts
i’m about that action, all they doin’s movin’ lips

body what i touch, check the damage i inflict
i got straight flames sittin’ in my bag of tricks
smokin’ sour sh-t, faded i’m lit
both my eyes lookin’ like a lunar eclipse

still not complete, maybe i’m half empty
most mother f-ckers despise what i envy
it’s obvious i’m a stand out among many
and worry about a b-tch, nah i’m inside plenty

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