Fear and Loathing in PDX Lyrics

Whos fuckin around

Beat the boss

I gotta key in straws

I bought the beats 4most

I slaughter each an all

I keep all beef raw

I be on aquatic

Toss my ass in water

Sharks fast as comets

You either bow to 5 or you realize

That aint no one god

So cant no one smite

Chop off their height

I been buyin tech

I still buy the best

You and your slimy flesh

Runnin the sea

Don't go deep

Get in it evident you sink

Impending

Intention in the drink

Sip nectar golden

My flesh is frozen

Say rip the roaches

Then flip the corpses

The bigger the ego the more to break

Ya

Belittle me kid i just sit an wait

Yuh

The liver is crippled I need a break

Ah

Never take one

Levitate bums

Heavens gate hums

Let em wait yuh

Lemon shroom drink

What do you think

Send me nude pics

Lookin good bitch

Kickin that drum

Beatin that bass

Get in one fuck

For im deep space

Lookin at the center of the meta

Lookin at the shit I evade

Lookin at the bridge like a stage

Jumped off the shit for more fame

No longer do drugs make me fade

I'm keepin the demons away from me

I'm putin the pen into the ink

I'm writin in blood

Dip in the sink

My twilight bitch gonna freak

The smoke make circles while I speak

Inconsequential

Pussy pop the pedestal til it fall

Get in my draws

Been round the vegetables must be fall

Im crowned director of them all

Im down descending I crawl

Back through the backrooms

Back to you

This slack is tattooed

Wax on wax off

Thats your clue

Black and blue

Use that for views

Your favorite rapper do that too

I dont know how

But the proof in the stew

It took a lil minute but the shit gettin through

Open up now

I got the flow all around

Go to coast sober hours

I cant achieve I bring my weed

My mind might leave

My pipe in the breeze

55 With the fee

Ay ay SMD

Fighter pilot with the beam

Beyblade metal speed

I dont let them direct the piece

I know that fent is in the streets

I dont take shit without a test

I've grown to know from the molly meth

You think thats fake my neighbors fried

He dipped with Satan's ladle

I run it back

The symmetry is in tact

Hold me back

Mace Windu my staff

I be the cream of the crop

You be the cream of the wheat

I beat up the box

Like I was makin a beat up

TMI really that improbable

See the hacks implausible

Slap ya follicles

Blacken body parts

With hash an lots smoke

Fire on Noahs ark

Abandon off the boat

Thats expected

Nobody really want the shit they be strechin

Everybody stressin

Everyone would rather go to work

Than to work on inventions

Nobody impressed when your art transcending

Not to say mine is

But I got the spark for the gas where the mine is

Might be dividing like Pisces

But I be an Aries deciding

I been cockpit

Finger on that trigger

I make 3 wishes

That I'm confident

An I gain respect

An my commas hit