Don't Want None - nether

You don’t really want none of this

Nah, you don;t really want none of this

I’m a demon, check my evil demeanor

I fiend for the wiener, I need it

Little greedy succubus

Suck the soul out your dick

Lace you with holes and lay you stiff, ya bitch

I’ll pop you like blisters, got Glocks and pistols

Witch with my crystal ball

Jewish bitch get your matzo balls off

I’m a lost cause, I can’t stop making myself nauseous

With my obnoxious posturing, flawless boss bitch

Cunt wet like the sweat in a mosh pit

Spit on the clit sipping piss out your sausage

With my saucer and cup and my pinky up

The way I drink the nut, yeah you think I’m nuts, gutter slut doesn’t cut it

I’m fucking repugnant, a gun man, everyone in my dungeon

Crying like I cut an onion

I’m numb to the fun, you don’t really want none

I’m under your skin like a ring worm

Leave your ass worn and turn up

Born out my Mom’s butt

Head fucked up like Psyduck

I cry and writhe beside myself in the fetal position

I beg you, for a lethal injection

Just want to rest for a second

Stressed from the manic depression in a therapy session

Being raped in succession

I feel less than a peasant

Prostitute, destitute, and destined to be disdained

Cause I keep it distasteful

Little basket case, test my patience

Take these lacerations while I masturbate

No casket, throw you in a mass grave

Plan a mass attack, Beta Boys we a class act

I’m bat shit, twisted, misfit

Lay back and get your ass whipped

Call it harassment, you’ll be in the past tense

I’m a bad bad man, throw you in the back of my van with a gat in my hand

Pass me some Ativan, now I’m passing out again

You don’t really want none of this

I’m numb to who I once was

And even if I had some left, you wouldn’t want none

You don’t really want none of this

Yeah, yo

Friendless loser with no sense of humor

Just a sense of impending doom that’s approaching sooner

Roach consumer, wrote with a broken future

Spitting flows is putrid over beats composed of molten mucus

I told you humans not to fuck with the weird kid

Now I’m a vengeful spirit taking penance with dreadful lyrics

Fear it, doing acid in Central Park

My mental’s shattered, it used to be so pencil sharp

Descending darkness that floods through the apartment

Drugs move through my arteries slumped out on the carpet

Bugging out while I’m starving, cutting out where my heart is

Thuggish, ruggish, and bony with blood all over my clothing

Blunts always be rolling like my eyes when I’m comatosing

Overdosing, gross bitch motor boating

I’ve been grodey and gangly with Gang Green

And a gang of fiends that will mangle an angsty teen for free

Little Lucifer with Luna looming over her

Cold as polar fur, flow is like a solar flare

Homeless hair uncombed with a bird home in there

Turds roam and stare like «What's going on in there?»

The question in reference to my mental presence

Sentimental presents never kept would rather get it breaded

It’s best you don’t check what’s under the steps

What’s hiding there is quiet as what’s under your breath

With a head that’s filled with nothing but death

Destruction, corruption, spontaneous combustion

Zany as Tazmanian, Arabian eruption

Days of doing nothing going by in quick flutters

I see responsibility and shudder

Sheltered by my mother so I’m helpless as this world gets rougher

Full throttle, I don’t want to talk gore

Every fucking squabble posted in my motto with a model

I get it cracking like a nigga Hoss Delgado, bitch