The tune that’s fucking up my heads the one I never find

So I expel this breath of life before I’m out time

I’d rather fall asleep without a scrap to fucking eat then gorge myself again on lies and shit excuses

Who am I?

I’m not a fan of nobody but myself

How much MF ammo can I fucking handle

Stare at wall while the paint drips

Dangerous

There’s only one MF thing I know MF

And that’s this

Cheats in the temple

Crooks in the courthouse

Blood in the river

Return to sender

I still remember

The million fucking times

I really did decide

To fucking energize

Interstates the only lullaby I fucking need

It calms my nerves to know that speeding down the line at all times

Is progression

It’s destined

Progressively increasing to the point of mass efficiency

A boiling point we’re missing

Seems we think that competition ain’t existing

That’s ridiculous

A million years from now existence still beats nonexistence

Is it wild to compile the textile and splurge?