Really Trash Hook

[Intro] Y’all some fuckin weirdos Not like good weird either, just weirdos [Verse 1] Mission impossible, mission accomplished Did it by myself, no accomplice Except for all the voices in my conscious Pay me no mind with all that nonsense Feeding me lies making me nauseous This is not a conference it’s an intervention See all my friends are here but I forgot to mention this the wrong dimension One offense and you’ll get sentenced to a long detention On the fence between reality and mild dementia See I’m a superhero I got many henchmen My thoughts are deeper than a bum reaching in pockets when he penny pinching You all sheep I heard you in an instant I’m balls deep inside your brain, shoving every inch in So tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel I’m a little bigger given that I used a pill Usually I take the red instead of blue to chill Yo what happened to the captain, told the devil take the wheel I’m giving God up, closing the mosque up Picking religion’s a toss up, they all suck so hard they jaw stuck, I got em awe struck Check the ball up, even Jesus get crossed up [Chorus] This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook And everybody singing that shit, look [Verse 2] Tell me why I should waste my time on a second verse Dripping ink thinking bout the kink in my neck, it hurts Stretching my vocabulary, stressing double checking words I already tried that, it didn’t work, lesson learned I think I’ma die before I’m 35 Hopping out of doors probably suicide, watch em bury you alive Label artists stealing my shit maybe I’ll sue and sign Otherwise life is prom night, all we do is grind Black under my eyes, no violence Get some water round my neck, get some head on a island Told my momma I been shooting for the moon and the stars, no lying I see your belt designer, I’m thinking bigger tryna find Orion’s See I’m a Big Dipper, dripping in sauce Jump backwards at half verse and Krissin’ the Kross Wishing I could spend 6 figures just at the mall If I did my mom would give a swift kick in the balls, yeah You don’t do what I do for a living I know more about me than you do and that’s a given I see all the stats and analytics This is not the kinda shit that’s running up the digits Why you acting like you know what’s best for me huh? Rap don’t have ingredients and you don’t got the recipe They in over they heads intellectually Interaction on the internet will be the death of me so fuck em [Chorus] This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook And now I got you singing that shit, look This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook This a really trash hook And everybody singing that shit, look