Erection Reflection - Intellectual

[INTRO // HYDRACOQUE]

AYO WHERE MY-

Nah nigga fuck that shit

Time for some real talk

[VERSE 1 // HYDRACOQUE]

Here I am, Hydracoque, lookin’ up into the mirror again

At myself I leer again

Feelin’ hella queer again

Lookin’ deep inside of my soul, inside I’m peerin’ in

Lookin’ deep inside of my hole, oh I’m deliriant

Talkin’ to that nigga I see to see what he says back

And that ain’t just from the amphetamines fent or ket or the crack

It’s from my own fuckin’ being, from my own skin hella black

To my own ass hella fat

I’m leavin’ prints in the ‘lac

Look nigga

I think that I’m at an impasse

And in this moment

I ain’t finna take in no dick fast

Not a single dick blast

For now I’m just finna dick fast

But not in the usual way

I already did that shit last…

…night

And now there’s nothin’ but the shell of who I be in my sight

A gay nigga hella scarred from all the erotic fright

A gay nigga hella hard

His bussy hella tight

Gazin’ deep into his soul

He wants to cleave with a knife

Blood and semen seeping slow

Forever ceasing the strife

He keeps bleeding

Keeps leaking

‘til he’s leaving his life

Or his life’s leaving him

Nigga either js tight

Nah nigga it isn’t

Where the fuck is yo might?

Nah I just can’t do it

No I can’t just yet

That goddamn shit’s stupid

I’m a phallic vet

And if I left this plane

It’d leave my phags upset

So I’ma mend this pain

Until my ass is set

Hydracoque, Nigpro

What the fuck has gotten into you?

I was this close to makin’ myself put an end to you

So listen when I’m givin’ you this interview

‘cause nigga when this shit is through you finna grow, you finna live, you finna bloom

Nigga you just need to stop with the rushin’

Just stop with all this shit

You finna cause a concussion

I command you nigga

This is not a discussion

You thought I was bluffin’?

Fuckin’ awful, disgustin’

How about when you be talkin’ ‘bout the cocks that you bust in and all the bodies you thrust in

You take your fuckin’ time to stop the premature nuttin’

‘Cause what damn excuse do you have for this goddamn useless trash, nigga?

Nothin’

Recordin’ sloppy ass shit and ain’t never got preparation

Cummin’ early on the mic like

“Man, it’s still Insemination,” but you know that shit just isn’t the same

I know you got balls but nigga where is yo brain?

Use both heads to think

Fuck the power of one

Use one head to drink

To suck the power of cum

The other head to get in the fuckin’ booth and not get out ‘til it’s done

Not take a few fuckin’ minutes like

“This shit’s over, I won.”

Nigga that sounds like fucking shit

Pure ass, and you know it

You might as well take the goddamn mic and just throw it

All yo rappin’ soundin’ improvised

And not just ‘cause it is

‘cause if you really gave a fuck you’d fucking hypnotize

Niggas into givin’ up they dick and thighs

Makin’ niggas’ dicks arise

Nigga I think you don’t know how shit really is

And all the screamin’ and the singing soundin’ half-baked at most

And I’m being fucking generous

That bread is barely toast

Is this even you Hydra, or is it a ghost?

I been haunted by the consequences of your self roasts

Nigga you do this to yo’self

Nigpro’s biggest enemy?

The origin of its health

Recordin’ bad takes quick as hell

‘cause “I’ll just fix it in post.”

Quit acting like a bitch

That shit’s a slippery slope

Look Nigpro

I know that you be different than most

A gay nigga on the track but actin’ just as the host

But that shit no excuse to just let anything slide

Nigga you anal, obtuse, you could do better, just try

Quit rushin’ all this shit

And when you fuckin’ these guys?

Don’t let your own semen blind you when it skeet in yo eye

The way you just fuckin’ slap shit together

Like you was clapping two cocks

Well you’ve had all your fun

I’m the true phaggot who knocks, and I’m telling you slow

Bro, this bullshit, it just gotta go

You’ve got hundreds of original songs like that

You’ve earned the right, so from that shit

Go retire, time to spit out some fire, fire hotter than ever

Spinnin’ cocks like propellers, you know, all the endeavors

[Chorus // HYDRACOQUE]

Erection reflection

Covered in blood and cum

What have I done?

Dark black skin, bright white cum