Throw-Away Lines ft. Bloswick Lyrics

If you say that you're an introvert, I'll probably think you're not

Cause if you really were one, then we wouldn't have this talk

The chances are that you would never be seen on the block

And a circle in your living room's the only place you'd walk

Outlined in chalk, if you get out of line with me

A tea cam a mile, cause I'm chasing you in fatigues

AR-15 unseen, making clean contact You're just a square piece of shit, wombat

Beyond that, I'm a bomb, ready for combat Walk fast, hit the past, lost in the calm

Black Holdin' palms, slap, bent over your mom's

Lap A compact, G-Life and Blase, a murder contract

Pain is a concept, fear is a topic All of the dead, wait till it's okay to walk

In Cause the walk-in freezer is where I'm gonna

Leave ya They call me Ebeneezer, cause my greed and

Hunger is just bigger I'm hard of head and I'm smarter than dead

An appetite for self-destruction and only part of it's fed

And I'm fed up, you see me get up, then it's a fight

I hit you with that left, left, left, right You shouldn't box with a surly mind

Who told you, you could flow, cause they surely lied

I am polite, but my time is finite The very best of your words, ain't worth the

Worst of mine I remember mine, is this your first time in

Rhyme? You're just a rookie, lookie, you're too green

Key lime pie, or lemon meringue, heebie-jeebies, you can't hang

On the mic, it's a gangbang, hawk to it, this damn thing

People used to love to watch Blase speak things

Now an absentee definition of what obsolete means

Street things like Aya De Vida, yeah I'm high on tequila

But sometimes a worm is mi only amiga Nobody cares a kiss of fuck, we're blah

Suspending, they don't wanna hear about your cookie cutter problems

Cause they ain't like mine, I've got a venomous soul and a snakebite mind

Lights off, heads up, seven up, gates of heaven stuffed

Cult leader, drink your Kool-Aid, engines are revving up

I'm furious, fast, the alpha squirrel in the furriest mask

Slurriest, nasty, curious ass

Freaking and giving it, living the difference of a little energy

Never gonna be better, but better than all of my enemies

Many been drinking heavy, see shot in the head like a Kennedy

No, no, no, hang on, yo, yo

Bigger and badder with the pitter and patter

I could live with my fatter, liver still delivering data

Pick up your gat and get up the ladder

More quicker and faster when you're at battle

Still the batter, it's made of matter that matters

Battlestar Galactica is all that I heard in the last words

Cause I'm a space nerd from the multiverses

They call me Big Dicki Ramiri, culty curses

The king of cramming things in, I got bulky hearses

Yo, uncovering a new chapter

Discovery and shit, lift up the lid if you have to

And what is under it

A message from you better believe that you cannot fuck with this

The ugliest pugilist, I bob and weave

While you bob and kneel on the reel covered in lubricants

You jump with joy and jubilance when you see

The G-E-O-R-G-E-L-I-F-E

The hardest part of being me has gotta be without a doubt

All the guilt I hold inside from a life that I'm not proud of

But all I can do is stand

The weight of the whole world on my shoulders like a man

Blast off with the lid off you like a water bottle

Have you feeling awful, eating awful, awful falafel

These apostles wanna stop the prophets, y'all can't top a blasphemy

Crying the hardest G's down with my teeth and watch them soften

They're like, no, don't, whoa

Like Joey from Blossom when I toss him

Leave the bloody, the spot, and the cotton

I'm not just dropping rhymes, I'm rotting in my mind

And I've lost all purpose in my life and now it's clobbering time

Yo, you wanna bet that I'm better trying to calm down

Go and pet the chimera

I am not trying to fight and get rhymes sayers upset

But I'll turn this entire atmosphere into a slugfest

My name is Blazwick and I might not rock mics much anymore

But if I still did, this is what it sounds like

Before I pour out my mind, come take a tour of my mind

And you can lick the wounds and swords that seem to score out my mind

Keep a score on my life, then lock the door on my life

And roll the dice too many times to count my chips up at the end of the night