What are you feeling?

I stare at the ceiling

Searching for peace inside calamity

Where is my head? If I shed flesh and show what's underneath

Will I lose friends? Will I lose respect? Or will I collapse?

Or will I get everything I ever wanted I cat guess

Stare at the mirror and wonder who I am

And the crows above my head

Try to feast upon my flesh

I never pay attention to them anyway

Take the noise away

I get anxious and get dangerous

Give me a sign and lead me from this path

And what you're not gonna do is start talking Shit

You got something to say, say it to my fist

Talk to the hand as your mouth gets hit

The auto-target, Mr. Wicked, leaves you in Hospice

It's the end of an era, you old souls are dying Young

Claim you have wisdom, but all I hear is Blah, blah, blah

Capital letters So write it once check it twice

Thought he was sweet?

We hit like it's Scary Spice,

You thought we were playing?

Not this ain't Nintendo

No cease and desist

We coming to get you

Blasting right through you with the quick and the sickness

Just coming like Krizz

And follow the Tech

Looking for checks

I'm not looking for bitches

I got one who's looking like Grande , Delicious

Don't swim with you fishes, I'm more like a shark

Searching for blood, searching for parts

Everything you're trying to copy is art

So act like a bitch and follow the dick

Everything left in the diary of Jane

Will break you like Benjamin And blow you away

And what you're not gonna do is start talking Shit

You got something to say, say it to my fist

Talk to the hand as your mouth gets hit

The auto-target, Mr. Wicked, leaves you in Hospice

The end of your era, you old souls are dying young

I thought you had wisdom but all I hear is (Blah blah blah)

Capital letters, so write it once

Think it twice

Thought that he's sweet?

He Strikes like he carries heat

I'm going in deep (M.D)

So fuck every label you're throwing at me

There isn't a formula, there isn't a template

There isn't a stencil for the art that I make

And all that You know of me is what I release

My only response is that it isn't my problem

To educate you on who is the beast

You claim that you're ready and coming to get me

You know we're I'll be but you don't show your face

"Well, There are 3 people who flash cheese. People who don't know any better , people seeking to intimidate you, or people like me, who wish with every fiber in their fucking being, someone would try to take it from him "