Me, myself and I Lyrics

You have to grab a ladder if you want to track the patterns

Smashing like jack-o-lanterns when snapping like rap cadavers

All my favorite rappers are dead, not that it matters

The souls still live in my thoughts, I straight shatter bastards

The rapping Casper on track dispatch disasters faster

The crackers back with the masters, captions get added after

These backwards actors are wacker than Badgers mixed with Packers

I'm the rappin' Eric Clapton with the Stratocaster

Facts of the matter, broken down into particles

Put me in your articles or I'll shut down the carnival

I got a heart of gold, classic like I'm Mario

Leave the after-party toast with people that I hardly know

I'm independent as it motherfuckin' gets

If my name ain't on your list, then suck a motherfuckin' dick

Take a hundred dozen hits, multiply it by six

The definition of lit when the microphone's in my fist

I took backpack rap and added my own twist

It's so lit, beats and bars are close-knit

Fuck everybody else, I'm bumpin' my own shit

Put up your closed fists and wave it just like this

This is beast mode with cheat codes, quantity with quality

A full tank of diesel, spread my wings across the colonies

The ego's deceitful, it's part of the policy

This is for the people, everybody follow me

I needed some new beats, started fuckin' with 2Deep

Took out the loose leaf, started lettin' the truth leak

Kick it like Bruce Lee and prove that your crew's cheeks

Takes ten years to do what I do in two weeks

I usually utilize and use what's unique

The biters will need to invest in some new teeth

In the front seat of a blue Jeep, puffin' loosies

On front of Newsweek, got people askin', "who's he?"

It's been a long road, the finish line is fenced off

From here on out, I'm done takin' breaks at the rest stops

We're finally able to go buy weed at the head shops

Now we just need DraftKings, to let me get my bets off

Bet on myself because it's simple and plain

Parley, Ziploc, Dry Ice, Tyler and Boehm

Cause when the shit drops, five mics, fire and flames

This is hip-hop, highlights, admire the game

I took backpack rap and added my own twist

It's so lit, beats and bars are close-knit

Fuck everybody else, I'm bumpin' my own shit

Put up your closed fists and wave it just like this

This is beast mode with cheat codes, quantity with quality

A full tank of diesel, spread my wings across the colonies

They ego's deceitful, it's part of the policy

This is for the people, everybody follow me

I'm not done yet, and I never will be

It's just round after round until they come and kill me

I'm from a climate where chili is an understatement

Icicles get stuck to faces, hunting til' the supper's plated

The grind never ends, travelin' the expedition

As we wind through bends, you start to see perspective different

There ain't no room for half-steppin' for your information

In case you're new here, let me explain the situation

I'm the micromanaged, slice of talent, acceptin' any type of challenge

Right of passage, slightly balanced with some bad nightly habits

Psychosyllabic, maestro of madness

The life of an addict and a Vikings fanatic

Reach out and grab it, until I have it

Go off on a tangent, and then I'll vanish

No need to panic, I'll be swingin' in a hammock

Writin' bars at a cabin that are from a different planet

I took backpack rap and added my own twist

It's so lit, beats and bars are close-knit

Fuck everybody else, I'm bumpin' my own shit

Put up your closed fists and wave it just like this

This is beast mode with cheat codes, quantity with quality

A full tank of diesel, spread my wings across the colonies

They ego's deceitful, it's part of the policy

This is for the people, everybody follow me