SØ HELP ME G0D Lyrics

You're so critical, non-critic

Vindictive

I'm not slipping

Stick to flows, bitch I deny quitting

D-d-dim lights dingy

Like a chimney, I blow smoke

Within me

Dibble and dabble similes

I'm simply grim

Like Ren and Stimpy

You're a simpleton

Similarly cynical

I've since convinced

Every little single sicko when I sit and vent

About my trials and tribulations

I'm quick to spend

A minute or two refuting dudes

When I hit cement

R-render this event

Too thick to bend

Symbols so discontent

I live in dystopia

Accompany opium

Soon they're covered

By phony associates

I'm still hoping this

Opens the door to coping with

Slight changes

Constricting my time

Face this condition till lines fade with

Convictions I've tried taking

To limits till I'm making a living

With high wages

Am I not making myself clear?

I might need more help here

But either way

I think that I'm fucked

The pinnacle of manic episodes

Are really corrupt

Till dusk

I must

Still hush

Till I cannot stay up

Is there any point as to why I'm here?

So flushed

I clutch a grudge and smudge

My lust to combust

F-f-filling in the void to defy fears

A feeling I tug, can't trust

I'm stuck revealing my crutch

Eye for an eye

I'm obliged to get by

With every line that I rhyme

It's a ride till I die

Like the fire in my eyes

I'm tired and tied up with your lies

All the fears stay alive forever

(Here, here) Here we go again

Hold my hopes up then

Keep these flows up

Like some clothes I fold up

You're a dick head, bowl cut

Stuck up

Bitch. I told ya, shits a trip

I drove up to inflict

Good amount of damage

To every fuck talking shit

I've been heavy, lost in abyss

I will never opt to give in

R-rigid as a syringe

I'm riveting

Lyrically bitch I'm littering

Syllables reconsidering miracles

Through my spirit, original

S-spit wicked, so criminal

Pivot this sick mix, literal

Indifferent to bitches

I feel the pull of a misfit

Individually mastering flows

As I pass and indulge in the madness

M-mister imagination, stacking magic

Practice patterns

Slap a bastard with my back hand

Look who's back and smooth as flatland

Dudes have lagged and proved

Their games are outdated like sega saturn

S-stick around a little, feel my purpose bloom

Control is cultivated by my urge to prove

Whenever I strike back

With a verse or two

Within a stones throw

You motherfuckers are doomed

Am I not making myself clear?

I might need more help here

But either way

I think that I'm fucked

The pinnacle of manic episodes

Are really corrupt

Till dusk

I must

Still hush

Till I cannot stay up

Is there any point as to why I'm here?

So flushed

I clutch a grudge and smudge

My lust to combust

F-f-filling in the void to defy fears

A feeling I tug, can't trust

I'm stuck revealing my crutch

Am I not making myself clear?

I might need more help here

But either way

I think that I'm fucked

The pinnacle of manic episodes

Are really corrupt

Till dusk

I must

Still hush

Till I cannot stay up

Is there any point as to why I'm here?

So flushed

I clutch a grudge and smudge

My lust to combust

F-f-filling in the void to defy fears

A feeling I tug, can't trust

I'm stuck revealing my crutch

I'm stuck, I'm stuck

I'm stuck

Oh no, oh no

Oh no no no (Oh no)