Bygones Freestyle Lyrics

I'm a tall glass, aspiring half-carafe

Riding a giraffe, while I write in drafts

Face like I'm doing mental math

Don't give a damn about the family

They can't stand me

Always wanting something, this family tree

Looking like the spawns of Bon Jovi and Pamela Lee

It's inappropriate to assume

I owe them an iota

Because they procreate with no quota

Fucking rabbits, if I get a cent

They can never have it

The only one of my kin I can stand is Aunt Acid

I need her, cause I just ate an arachnid

Cause I never read Stan Lee

Only got the reenactment

From BabyTron

Maybe I remembered wrong

Save me, mom!

Just a crazy blonde cheesin', like Parmesan

Just got tatted, but forgot which arm it's on

I can see you can't stand me

But don't get your panties in a thong

This ain't a sing-along

And I never seen a wrong

I didn't like, so if everybody left

I'd be alright

I give a bitch a fat lip to save her the cost of silicone

It's natural! Don't blow up my phone

I was told to arrive alone, at half past one

I brought a Bat'leth, you brought a gun

I got bad habits, more than one

Probably got more than a Halloween nun

Sorry if you're Catholic

I just ate crack and catnip

Uploaded 148 tracks to Dat Piff

And sold an eighth of coke to Daniel Radcliffe

He goes batshit

Off the Sorcerer's Stone

He shoots it and looks like he's trying to

Reboot Home Alone

Quit screaming

I don't care if you're fiending

I told you, I'm leaving

I just heard your musical comedy

And I'm still vomiting and dry heaving

Penny for my thoughts?

Shit, this ain't the bargain shop

What you mean you're getting faded?

This ain't the barber shop

Come at me from your real account

With your chihuahua bark

Fittin' to beef, so go off

I'm going Stroganoff

Nail a model and knock her polish off

It's the Talk Shit Rocket, am I clear for takeoff?

This dang feed, is full of the same thing

You wanna gangrene? (Gain green)

Now my arms are rottin' off

So I rob a Dwayne Reed

For zigzags and gauze, while copping

Bottles of Smirnoff, droppin' bombs

Look how they stop and scoff

And hyper-react, when I attack

A hypochondriac, with whooping cough

On the wrong foot, but at least we got off

So misunderstood, I wish a bitch would

I stand for nothing, but you can see where I stood

Cause I hung my shoes from the power lines

On the hill I tried to die on

Consume my rhymes

And I'll live in your mind

Like a prion

And I don't need a bed

Just a beat to lie on

I don't give one fucks or two

I'm taking my ten bucks, to Timbuktu

I dig up hatchets

And throw lit matches

Into dry forest patches

I don't put out the fires or even try

I give them the Irish goodbye

I'm already in the sky

Halfway to Saigon

Say goodbye to me, and my bygones

Hey, Guy

I just wanna let the beat run now, so

People can jump on the end and, like, loop it

They don't do that anymore

What the fuck you mean they don't do that anymore

What the fuck have I been doing?

I feel like people are gonna wanna jump on this

Do they really not do that? For real?

Hello?