Frostbite Remix

It's Traumatik, Wake Up EP 2012 I'll smoke K2 Cheese, and Lemons forever I'm deep like Terence McKenna (wake up) I wanna take psilocybin mushrooms I'll never touch heroine, ever (never) Please don't piss me off Cause when I see red, I'm beheading a bredda (brudda) You're wrecking the clever, stick weapon-to-sweater Can't catch me, cause you've never been better And I might kill him to death I call my violent lyrics, tourettes I don't wanna be vicious or evil I wanna be peaceful, and live in Thabet I've got a sick intellect I think fast, like a quick internet It's a fucked up world I was born in Please don't give in to debt I'm spiritual, not religious I get lyrical, cause I'm ambitious I get paranoid, and suspicious Cause my cannabis tastes so delicious When I've got no grade, I feel vicious I turn evil, angry, malicious Cause when my supply runs dry I'll open up head tops, using scissors I'm causing floods and hurricanes Tornadoes, tsunamis, and blizzards I'll use alchemy just like wizards And shape shifting reptilian lizards Our government, wanna kill us They wanna drag us down, and then kick us Won't trip up, I don't slip up Please don't piss me off like hiccups I write lyrics so neat and organized Traumatik, I leave them traumatized I cause damage, and leave them mortified Then I'll vanish, like when mortar dries Don't piss me off, I'll slaughter guys Most times and leave em sorta nice Fuck booze and coke, there's more to life Disperse evil, using an Organite Magic, stand down, watch it's Trauma time MC's don't cross my border line You're not grimy fam, I'm more sublime I'm big, you're small like a porcupine Piss me off and it's torture time Fuck it, everyone's born to die When I cause a fight, with a sword or knife I just leave MC's, in the morgue tonight This world works in spiteful ways People die when the rifle sprays The bible says in the final days There's earthquakes and big tidal waves But don't worry, your soul is immortal I get deep like I'm holding a snorkel Religion is awful, nobodies thoughtful Your Pineal Gland, is a hole in a portal I should have been a Quantum Physicist Instead, I'm a Conscious Lyricist When I close my eyes and go to sleep I see monstrous images And I see mythical creatures Shape-shifting their physical features I show no spiritual weakness Freedom of speech, it's typical deepness