AYYY You Dont Know What It IS yuh the nineties looked crazy fun i wish i was born in 1981 heh yeee shout out wild unchecked mental illness nothing good to say completely dulled on every edge an absolute mess

Afraid of the flip (x2) I been doin alright lately but afraid o the flip Afraid of the flip the Impending dip Afraid of the flip Afraid of the flip Been stayin baseline lately but afraid of the flip It's the Impending dip, scalpel-covered seating: in the pain'll just sit Don't be payin me shit I went insane rilly quick Never stay after battles or shows just blaze n' I dip Rappers is blown airbags, y'all like Lays with the chips A creep freak see me I ain't sane you know the shit But these sweet beats I eat got my brain utopian Off in that paradisiacal realm Look around one degree and y'all is shriekin it's hell it's what we make it I guess that's what I been told I'm just wastin straight years away afraid to get old yet stayin’ in the bin folded I'm that Smartly stupid awful prick Blank notepads but I got a few kilometres of Google documents Fresh fruit blended in the mix the stew's a rotten dish The next pretty chickie walk by my house-i-might-take-up joggin' quick If I had a slogan it'd prob'ly be "stop this shit"/ See most rappers try n craft a hot four well I'm giving ya three Next it's two and when it's one I'll be livin' the dream Morbid fascination with human destruction Portion slabs n' weigh em then you feel the buzz quick Gimme ya (ch-ching) bux bitch get drippy when you suck dick Turn my bed to a pool deck when a chubby jumps in Wrote that free down had me gigglin on some dumbshit Amherst non existent rap scene a marathon I run it into the ground Buried under the beaten dead horsey No direction; a bossy sket is what I need to scorn me Nah I ain't no cuck I'm just litty lazy Throw a fuck that if yer chunk fat like shitty gravy The sex I get the girl Go-Go like she gadgetin' Pack it in dirty like old Joey Coco with the savage shit No cardio yo Im badly spent (sorrynotsorry) big dick energy tho, after the third squirt I had to quit Get deep, life's answers I don't know em yet Mood swing for the fence outta nowhere like Bo Bichette

Shimmer with the lights low search for glimmers of some slight hope Say I'm saving stamina but really I'm jus' try'na fight slow Got shit to do, busy witta plate fulla nothin, nah it's Smoke up your ass like tryn'a take it thru customs Fuck a free feature i'on want to Il cash yer dough 'n mumble inna mic after blackin from a bong hoot You offer me one rip I'm coppin' two I don't go for walks I just make dodgy moves The quiet corner-of-your eye type, dummy tone everyone thought was rude I need a chiropractor but for my brain matter Why am I acting like the delusions that I say matter Raps shows is lames gathered same pattern Y'all rappin on stage with vocals blasting thru PAs with like eight tracks, I keep inserting myself out of some insane habit Always quick to answer got great manners ... Fuck a brick shit house , I'm built like a shit twig mouse thin sprout bitch louse That naughty rotten bug in your follicle I have a worsening tendency to swerve it sketchy instead of pump the brakes Say I'm smart but my proclivities dwell in the dumbest place Slumped deadweight ............... Sendin hectic text all extra I'm stuck in all the sketchiness My apologies I'm still adjusting to the emptiness Repeating one second after I said the shit Loaded automatic clip of anger yea I empty it Manic depressive trips crack the door don't wanna let em in Covered in this shit, like I'm flogged in excrement "Disgusting" - Sylvio Dante at the intervention I ain't discuss things like Sylvio Dante at the intervention Go ghost in the face of conflict to keep the peace Who knew we could start a civil war so easily Both sides firing repression-filled muskets Jolts of paranoid energy as soon as dusk hits Shrouded in laziness sit in unlit scenes cavernous I say I'm hazy but my delivery ain't diaphanous Shimmer with the lights low search for glimmers of some slight hope Say I'm saving stamina but really I'm jus' try'na fight slow

Barbecue'd off a raw shroom Ate em even though its rotten crude, the shit was dotted with blue Streaked even, oddly enough Thinkin back I really fought it was tough ⁴ I'm not talking about life I mean the mushy trip Straight panicced out thought process hyperspeed the fuck is this Don't care if I'm off beat, Ill just call it art to myself Bloggers can all glark me Yeeeeeeee yuh yuh Drink this dumb dumb juice by the jug glug glug Suttin suttin just to rhyme with suck nuts getcha butt pumped.. eat that lunch plump Woooaahh why'd I slip into that, cuz it's killin' Geekin' out agreein' silently with Tim Dillon Personalities fly by on a flingin' laundry belt Zoomed out to one percent don't know why I thought it'd help [ Depression cured every time I tune out wit' tunes loud Y'heard ? How ] Russian doomer style I mean that In the best way Sicka all the stereotypical sket hate I ain't even know what I'm meaning to mean there .. Mean stares when you greet me Be fair when you fleece me I will help you look for cash to rob tbh I'm feelin' needy knee-deep in somethin' need me a dumb chick that likes to get done with the cum run quick

I've talked to God over brunch, she's pretty nice she made me pancakes It's just when I try and' transcribe the convo here it won't translate Not at all so I hide and quit for the failsafe Slumped over starin' at comfort lit screens now I can't stand straight All of these walls ain't sayin nothin No pieces in the gallery no value either Sup with rap dudes sayin' I am right good Catch me pullin up my album release party with a pile of wood Despite the clothes I ain't no hood rat Just accidentally discovered one day that I could rap but fuck doin it on command, pay if you want this man playing I'm a rare sight like the Swat truck in San Andreas Going serial with it: killing and it feel good But they'll probly run me off the road for my docs like I'm Karen Silkwood Dox a politician for no real reason Except the apathy for the whole systematic game I'm seeing I'm feelin' Brain state of mind stays all soft Mix of mish-mashes all sorts o' hodge podge (This ain't artisanal, nothin’ you’ll find at the farmer’s market Rip to the city for Sleep walkin kilometers with garbage parkin') Every Saturday at 2am this town comes alive Bars belch loud gnarly mouth with a thousand replies Smokers pits: clouded disguise out with the guys Some of’ y'all so juiced wild I don't know how you're alive A bunch of busted tetras But me? I ain't the life of the party I'm not fun lovin' I take a playlist straight from Bill Evans to BuzzOven, yeah Not fun lovin', go from Bill Evans to BuzzOven Twenty-after 12am black coffee chuggin' Spazzed off in dumb shit Mutterin' to my other self's self wondering why I don't just quit It's Roach Lung vibes though you know we dark Connect plugged cans of Wi-Fi with the OG Shark Smoking hard Honest Springs the bro's weed's gnarly

Puff a pipe and stumble, trippin through the treeline Try'na find that bitch bug that bit me in the beehive Funny what we do just for a lil honey in some knee-highs Jump thru narrow flamin' hoops a hundred times I still ain't see why So I just play the ghost card like a creep, shy Slam it down on the spirit board to spice shit I'm feelin' bored Starin' at my rotted ass apartment walls like 'Mi Amore' Waiting for an X to mark my spot and fuck with me some more Had a couple decent months but then it's peace to war to piece the morbid greasy foreign sheets up on the creaky door I need a warning Seems the score ain't settled til I'm up by a blow out Jus' glad I ain't the type to get the nose powdered with the blow loud I'm bad enough au naturel and I don't know how G Bourgeois dad always blamed the genetics of Gouchie Catch me in the car wit' an indica gettin' couch-y Loud chick ridin' shotty the best head-givers is mouthy Slow beats smoke clean; that's raw On my own, ain't tryna be no dog bitch's cat's-paw Cat-Mob illuminati alumni-dumb high Shut eyes blockin' out the warming under slum skies I don't like it when the sun's bright summer don't mean shit to me No Patience eager for snowy Bender's I'm a Winter King (uh)((((rip)))) But then it gets there and I'm fiendin' for spring Downright wrong depression feelin like I'm needin a swig Brolic volume takin over the living room Forget speedy hippity thrash rap I'm spittin' doom I Don't cry over spills just draw lines in the juice yehe

Fight like Ric Flair in the noughties if you're mistakenly at my show i'on care if you watch me I manage this schlock geeked Feet up tappin' lazy rhymes over Sarah Davachi Mix it with some fan noise like 'damn that's a hot beat' I tried to-sample it like damn that is not neat Pussy fiend box freak I straight stare at the twat geeked No answer for your blown up convo @-in' me Get to the point, I bend that figure up like blocks of plasticine Oh you got repressed anger bet you not as mad as me Girl see me hide it all the time use the wild sex to smash it free See an enemy I stroll by passively I don't want them visions in my mind's eye catchin' me These geeks lame fags undeservin of gettin business I repeat these same patterns but change the order like my run for breakfast different Bungee set up but the rope gettin snipped quick Land on a park bench in abandoned brainpaths where hope never sits in (On the fence about puttin up some walls Go that deep is not what I shoulda done at all) Trying to finesse the headspaces my brain stays In these dead days I'm a mainstay grey haze sprawling like the adverts at the Champlain Country fuck don't belong in no Centreville downtown city center no cement dweller on sketchy pills But still still I sit and let sketchiness in Twitching pickin at leather-y skin Even if yer shit is great i'don care fer ya I'm try'na immigrate to America My propensity for being this skiddy waste is so terrible I'll fuckin rev a engine indoors and complain that the air is fucked Wheezin rappin with damaged lungs Free for practice fuck the shit I been writin yo i don't care fer much Stammer dumb, manic in public panicking nothin' Brain's inner blogger always micromanaging somethin' Tryna get these bags rockin frenchies swag Hideous orange corduroys don the sketchy sag I need the girl that never nags I'm just tryna jam with the bois come home munch slow and get some ass For some reason being this sketchbag don't phase me Smoke __ straight grams through the same piece Same water, murky spaces I stay creeping Treading the <^

Smokin the type amounts that means I can't get more high Freak in the room with a bed , should get wet floor signs Do not disturb the natural order of chaos I get too passionate for these bait thots Jesus Forgive Me I am what I am I ain't no man with a plan I'm just handlin grams For myself I ain't ever run up no profit off the bags but I probly shoulda Smokin' drag races how we constant with the gas Talkin all this trash You can find me at Ken's Rite Stop droppin all my cash AAHHHHH Local references that not even the yokels get Don't wanna see your cover set I'm home stoned instead "No offense" And I ain't paying Facebook money to boost my posts for rep the nineties looked crazy fun I wish I was born in 1981 Puttin my feelings in lazy poetics Makes it seeem like they ain't so pathetic doom on the horizon we're on pace for the ending

There's so many actors in their raps No horsing around, really out here with the tractors in the back Stare off at Clairmont, that shit is a fact then hit the hometown for the hoedown gettin grabby with some ass Fresh like fentanyl out the factory in china It's some CEO inflating quotas to keep supplies up Governments all aware n' let it in Then we wonder why ahead is where we never get Increasing dependence on.. whatever the fuck It's not like anybody really here to care to be gettin this stuff Just float back into the deep sheen of the TV glow So whackadoo you'll barely see me where people go Spent a week on the town reggie burnin brown Antisocial I get near a packed tavern and I turn around Study massive amounts yea I learn the sounds Gang in my head got a unknown tone y'all ain't heard of ours Waste a quick week in Twin Peaks skkrt the hours call it busy-ness Awake in a dream: what year is this This Narcoskeptic shit's my version of Mr. C ......Ain't shit mean shit to me It's Brandon Bourgeois ...... Make a half a plan and hit ya with the random push-off Lookin punky trippin to ambient soundscapes It's all love, I get manic around hate Im the type to get a cuddle on and ask the skeet who they voted for This one backroom meeting could open doors Well, it opened yours .................. Not talking fashion when I say I'm rockin' metal militia blasting Metallica Gettin ridiculous straight malicious with it Mood with the fishes Stays low like a dick-ready girl: assume the position Lately makin' myself be gettin all stressed Watching loved ones slide and crash off Ice I aint talkin the red bull event There's so many actors in their raps No horsing around, really out here with the tractors in back Stare off at Claremont, that shit is a fact then 1. Hit the Hometown for the plug price gettin' grabby with the packs 2. Hit the hometown for a hoedown gettin' lowdown widda brat

Why? No clue Ill never strap my belt with a ProTools Stayin grim REAPER with it why? No Clue Stare at it but I ain't answerin' the phone, rude Should stop tryna anchor down boat bitches that only wanna float How goes the barge sized binge-wait I don't wanna know All our interactions was a smash-stop-n'-go Scrolling convos takin a dump now I'm mad on the throne True king shit Downright Baratheon with the hedonism Ain't no gold-shittin Lannister stackin riches to think I keep on winning But still I keep on winnin Gettin greased in flea bottom with some freaky bitches these pretty city rappers efforts futile they can't handle me Catch me floatin' mumblin' solo mookin' up Mechanic Street I'm the only person on this Hill like me Narcoskeptic narcisism yeah so what bite me I like me Ain't givin' you much I'm sheisty Only asking for the cost of the large double double I'll be causin trouble poppin' safety bubbles Flyin' free in my own air space y'all can stay encumbered I really think I'm better for never using meth it's only bud when I blaze the substance But it's a mountain of mental problems still I'm pacing up quick it's best to not avoid the climb Try not looking at clocks for a week I straight up toy with time but I ain't actin' woke I regressed to poisoned mind, brain pancaked from propaganda Fuck narcoskeptic, this album all ya got was Brandon From Roach Lung and whatever my next band is called, yo More physical on stage than Sebastian Maniscalco

(assorted yo's and yuh's) ... I ain't tryna get better You can find me tripping out gigglin' grippin' green like Len Trexler Temper hits my frontal lobe like an anvil dropped on my face Too much time wasted on those that don't wanna be saved Rude fucks whine basic I just tune life out constantly blazed, stoppin' by the shop on the way Mind control attempts is all in my brain mainstream media conglomerates in the washtub cloggin' the drain Forget your problems and pain, wash em away Find a fictional fog patch get lost in the haze.... Find an oil-slicked poison pit.... and trawl it for days Mentally absent like I'm sketchin off absinthe Walk two feet down the street gawkin at the sunset while I'm laughin' …………. In one minute I could munch yer girl for supper in a couple bites Three swipes of the finger like yo wassup tonight Four seconds later she got five on the floor Sixty minutes-we-out suckin' in the ride fer some more

Do I want your fancy beer pong bash at mum's home fuck no ... The best parties reek of R2 and bug dope Usually straight lack confidence Then about a fifth of the time I blaze past narcissist I like it when it rains bad with the yard drippin' Stumble thru an unworn shortcut in the dark trippin' Stark diction, winter-like with the simplicity Russian Doomer style making something of this life ain't shit to me Catch me gaspin at capitalism This faulty brain is such a jail you'll probly catch me in prison Criminal mind fuck the pork cop I'm skinnin the rind I'll probly get shivved skippin' a line Up at 5am and ain't even touchin dirty drugs Manic energy hummin' to dusty Turkish funk Different type o nasty on some other grosser shit Girly cleaned the bathroom for me just so we could fuck all over it ... Then she cleaned it again .. might have to really get to know this chick Had me feelin buzzy and I been on my sober shit Nahhh weed so good don't need psychs to go on trips But I straight get shit DONE off a potent hit Even if it ain't technically perfect n proper I still go with it Narcoskizeezee easy tappin' out the hopeless script Going through the misery motions bitch Having trouble staying focused its a straight cluster fuck of coincidental conundrums I like my beats wit the dumb drums Take your run time, double it and pitch it down a bunch bruh I'll straight end this verse with "Um, Uh"