First things first
Rest in peace to the Villain
This your bastard sonRagamuffin vagabond
Rags to pennies
Dragging on jacks in the lab
While these rap niggas jacking off
Swear he hot I had to scoff
I barely took the jacket off
Wait AirBnB a year to the date
Nast E. Beats in the ear
I blow CIGARETTES in the face
Shit, I was passionate then
I don′t feel like rapping today
It's blood clots in the pen
When I need to draw from the vein
Well damn
My heart is heavy
And my sleeve is distressed
Adam in that Angry Orchard
Think my Eve is depressed
I thought I could handle the weight
But I think my Libra is bent
You said I needed some balance
I think I need to repent
I got a load on my conscience
I think I needed to vent
This shit is spoiling my spirit
I think it′s leaving a stench
I'm trynna make me a change
But barely even make sense
And plus I need me a dollar
For keeping up with the rent
Well damn
But here I go, giving you
A poignant point of view I think
Or pointing every problem out
Like, who the fuck are you a shrink?
Or painting pretty pictures
As the pigment pouring down the sink
Or penning prose and poetry
Ball point barely ink
Pregnant pauses
Every thought is premature he barely think
And every purpose purposeless
And every pussy very pink
And every poison palatable
Ponder when he'd rarely drink
And pressure pointing pushed him to the precipice
He′s at the brink
But here I go
Keeping on keeping on keeping on
Keep an arm′s length to the passion when the heat is off
Keeping smoke close to the throat when he really need exhaust
And he exhausted
Sugar in the tank he ain't speeding off
And he barely believe what′s on the sheet that he's reading off
You barely see the gleam in his eyes he told ′em leave it off
His smile is a bleeding disguise and the shit is peeling off
But he pay what he owes I apologize if he been off
For DOOM
