WRK.exe Lyrics

I been working my ass off but I still can't get enough

Bitch you won't catch me with no bluff

They think I'm lazy but really my rhymes getting

Buffed, match up to me you going to get snuffed

You going to get stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey

Your ego is big enough for second servings

I checked its nutritional value it's shit, it's

Built like a statue infested with scurvy

You pirates be hurting for loot on my ship

Walk the plank bitch these are not your chips, I work

Too damn hard to have a clue who you are from the

Start, ante up, won't hurt me I am a king of hearts

Let's get back to the real matter, I lose my focus when

Bitches need to be served on platters I feel obligated so

I chew them up, make them scatter like gum on the pavement that's splattered

Damn, I feel like Marshall Mathers, master of the verbal daggers

Sorry I'm an introvert, in reverse cuz I'm

Dissing off the top in fact call this the intro-verse where I

Behead before the hook and claim the bodies for my hearse

Bodybag the beat and tag the feet, then lay them in the dirt, kick them

To the curb in the middle of the night, under street lights

I don't want somebody that can't handle street fights when it

Comes to fighting demons with the might of the mind, something you'll

Find in the mind of the mimes who walk behind

Populations in lines cuz they can't find the time to do work themselves

In my own time I study rhymes bitch I can do this myself

It's time to climb the ladder get my pockets fatter eyeballs

Sought out after a new chapter of a rapper on the top shelf

During lunchtime in the library you will find where I dwell

I find it scary they're unwary of my mind as it swells

With knowledge don't really need college to go find success you

Must only acknowledge that you got to grind get off your ass

I got, I got, I got to, got to

Get this shit moving today

Got to pack my bags up get my

Swag up bitch I'm moving away

Sifting through the crowd inside my

Shrouded mind for the last subway

Got the golden ticket time is

Ticking can't catch no delays

I can, I can, I cannot, cannot be

Catching time constraints

Laziness makes the difference

Between success and those detained

Deep inside the head you'll find the

Web that keeps motives restrained

Got to break the chains that torture

Brains to thrive and dominate and

Confiscate the rap game for myself

Personal acclaim on my name and thyself is the

Only option fuck a top ten billboard

Scoreboard I don't need awards filled with toxins

Hand them bitches out for adoption, sell them all for

Riches at an auction gold diggers are locked in with no

Caution this shit worth more to them than my affection

Inception of our true downfall, better take that as a

Lesson and spread it among your brethren, maybe they'll let

Go of their bullshit and then they'll find a way to heaven on a

Seven thirty seven in the astral plane

Complimentary champagne in the Lord's domain

Maintain that novocaine to the brain to fight depression

But I find it insane your final goal is 27

Kurt Cobain died a living legend without a question

But he trained every day and you still an adolescent, you got

Work to do if you think this going to be your profession

True perfection the goal bitch, not getting on Ellen do this

For yourself, not for clout, not for a God complexion, not for

Stimulating senses or for seeking out attention

Now that I got you captivated, decapitated

No cap you feeling hated, hatred elevated

Even I'm persuaded, well truthfully, I really wrote these

Bars for me to keep motivated this is my own decree but

You can use it too if you choose, anything for a

Brother that is trying to escape eternal blues, or pick and

Choose a worthy muse to pick and roll, bouncing back

Game plans until we in the hippodrome, go sicko mode

No slick old roads any more, stay grounded and take control

Life's a bitch and that's for sure, mean critique our only hope

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe the way they pick out rappers but

Putting in the time separates us from candy rappers so

I got, I got, I got to, got to

Get this shit moving today

Got to pack my bags up get my

Swag up bitch I'm moving away

Sifting through the crowd inside my

Shrouded mind for the last subway

Got the golden ticket time is

Ticking can't catch no delays

I can, I can, I cannot, cannot be

Catching time constraints

Laziness makes the difference

Between success and those detained

Deep inside the head you'll find the

Web that keeps motives restrained

Got to break the chains that torture

Brains to thrive and dominate