Lyricism (I've Gone Crazy) Lyrics

Flippin it rippin it givin me somthin to spit now

Spittin trippin lick hittin I'm in ya system pow

Blaough Daough-gettin the green-up that self esteem

Gleam in the life sicc with a dot over this eye

By bye-I'm ridin high on this hill of beans-killa-die

The way I bring new meanin to the words u heard

Not flippin birds-I'm hittin tracks-slappin brains like syrup

Tappin spinals-scratch these niggas out they vinyls

Shards of black plastic take to the static and fry with tylenols

Ridin lightenin bolts-this saint is overkillin u colts

In the game-u shaved an turned to coats-a million volts

Stickin the micro with the flick of the tongue

This killa b gets that ass stung-u chicken head kids get hung

No diaphragm to hold the lung-I'm spittin sun

Burnin through the atmo-of your hemisphere-its done

Blunt speech-leech to these weak hearted jews

Suck out they souls and black plague the news

Broadcasts-hot fast I'm on that ass spittin grease-at last

A dogg found his true home-lyricism I've gone crazy

Bitch slappin hookers-nfl jookers-where's my lovely lady

Baby u gotta get me a lifeline or somethin-I'm trippin

Slippin away into this crazed maze in my head-dippin

On some honey from ya sugar tummy-its so funny

Bummy ass nigga-now I'm lickin toes-i'ma dummy

Sunny days done left me lonely now-and its cold

Nothin to hold-no balls no honor no victories-I'm sold

Out in this arena with fake bitches singin-fake bitchin schemin

Get me on a track-turn me out like a piece of ass-u dreamin

I want royalties-and fifty geez up front to even breath

Need a hook-thats twenty plus-cuz this beast gotta feed

Comatose-u niggas know what I'm gettin at-u brain dead

U punk kids got heart-but sell ya souls for some decent head

Cuz she had some nice lips-yea she let ya grab them hips

But ya tips aint gone get more than five from that bitch

Switch it back-heart attack style the way I do it

Pursue it with a whole new style-violently-vile-u knew it

I blew it-like weather crackin-rubber man is bustin

Snappin on u old n young cats actin royal-flushin

I stashed the aces-so its my house and no ones leavin

Destructoid heathen-seekin for a chance to be eatin

Fuck a fork or spoon-I got a knife and hand

Bland lyrics run together-now I'm stuck in sand

Tryin to dig out-but gettin deeper-fuck a reaper

I'm swallowin the earth-rotation is lookin bleaker

And it don't stop to that body rot-call tha cops

Lops in hand slappin u ass backwards-now it stops

Pops always said do it how u do it just watch how u say it

And I'm fast forwardin like there's somethin there to pay it

But I'm goin back to back stack after stack-swallowin crack

Ers-and its salted so I'm goin against grains on these rap

Pers-black blasphemous behemoth-beneath his royalties shroud

Out loud I'm speakin to u kiddie ho's tryin to be in my crowd

But I'm not chargin bull swingin the cordless with no target

No papers-only plastic for tha ass-on the game u can charge it