(self) Sabotage Lyrics

I don't know what to say, I came today to slay every emcee you expect to save

Put to rest any and all Expectations, reputations kill Your motivation

Leave your career in need of Resuscitation, no exaggeration

Leave you pacin, tracin

Back the steps like that last relationship you wrecked

Don't know where you went Wrong, but fuck it Mr. DJ

Play what the people say, collect That event pay

And keep living vicariously Through other fuckers' wedding days

Tell me, when you ate your pride, Did you die inside like a teenage Bride with a baby to hide

The truth like a

Young Kentucky girl in a push-up Bra

Are you red hot and store-bought Like to smoke pot and get lost, Saw another white kid try it and Thought, why not

Probably cause your shit's soft, so What's the scenario

Came to bust a line like you're Busta Rhymes

Bitch, you're next in line to have me bust your crimes

Of crusted lines,

I'll take the time to break it down Like a B-boy

I hate your sound, not an MC, You're a decoy

So bring the next round, I'll show you how it feels to be destroyed

The last time I saw a bitch as Pathetic as you

Was the last time I looked in the Mirror and saw RJQ

You think you came here to Fucking lose

I'm here to drink beer and destroy Your rap career

Alright, cool. I could give a shit less about it

Fuck your cucumber till your Head finds peace in slumber

Or the number of demons that I'm Fighting

Sitting down, taking out my Frustration on this cigarette

Yep, once again it's all about that self-sabotage

Complacency at its best, Personality at its worst

And I don't know who stopped Giving a fuck first

But it hurts like the scars on your Heart are the words to my verse

Oh shit, now here we go again

Hell hath no fury like an artist's Scorned

I make old man rap, you can keep The bees in the trap

In fact, mushrooms stand for the Bitches that want to talk back

Ah, here we go again

Can't see straight, can't speak Right

I'm sorry for the words I Mumbled when you were about To leave

But shit, Quinn can't win,

He doesn't even have an album

Have you seen his live shows Though

Stoned to the bone, turn the freestyle to a free throw it in the Trash

Hit me back, like, why would you Waste your life like that

It's not that awkward, volume 92

Cause you can't think of shit new

Maybe it really is that awkward

Like a sexual predator in the Oval Office

I'm off this wack track and get Back to the fat tax

Sticky green, fuck that

I'ma bring true rap back

Don't need no fucking beat, just a Boom and a bap

Catch me standing in the back, Waiting for the chance to prance Around these pussies

Like I was designated rhymer, go Ahead, push me

I won't even take the time or Effort to acknowledge your Existence

For instance, I'll just let the rest of the beat ride while you step to the side

I'ma bring true rap back

Don't need no fucking beat, just a boom and a bap

Catch me standing in the back, waiting for the chance to prance around these pussies

Like I was designated rhymer, go ahead, push me

I won't even take the time or effort to acknowledge your existence

For instance, I'll just let the rest of the beat ride while you step to the side