Bakelite

Back in track you bitches... You plastic asshole

Dead hectic from the bedroom to the car crash In the kitchen hittin where I got the whiplash Better than the tongue lash tug it til it goes flash

Love it while you got it cos you never know if love lasts From country to country to city to city

To money to pity to cuttin witty to witty

Livin til you done shitty when she up in your business

Like you was ready and willin but she painted you as a villain They vacated the building and caught you holding like Dylan No return the appeal and now you looking at the ceiling

And the sentence is ill and you up in it still It ain’t the way inhaling plastic cake

To take the pain away

So bakelite, I’m bakelite So Bakelite, I’m bakelite So fucking bakelite

Get it get get it get it get it get it get it Get it get it

Get it get it Get it C’mon

Oh wow! I’m feeling fucking fantastic

Surrounded by my enemies and shit tons of plastic It’s drastic and I’m about to go spastic

Crazy envelope I’m hoping everyone’s elastic Nah, you just couldn’t imagine

The periodic table of diligent rapping My right to fight

I’m bakelite

The purple antagonistic aconite

So bakelite, I’m bakelite So Bakelite, I’m bakelite So fucking bakelite