Vicks

[Verse 1: Vince]

Keep the chopper where im sleepin

Waka in, the speakers where im sittin in the corner shaking like a fucking tweaker

Something in my system got me feeling like a legion

But reality subside and now I'm crashing, fuck Aaliyah

I'm something like a demon

I guess that's why I spent most of my middle school days flipping pigeons at my teachers

Spittin at my preachers

Private school, honor roll, still its "fuck jesus"

Cause that nigga was a punk, I probably never gave a fuck

Quick to throw a punch, pray I'll never get a gun

I'm eerie as Virginia Tech students with a grudge

Satan’s vision lives beneath the brimmin' of my huf and I don't give a fuck

If pastor don’t condone it

Growing up I was a loner, well not a loner just that quiet kid

Who though of stackin bodies in the corner

Of the small bedroom where he was often left alone because his mother would ignore him and his father was a goner

Had a couple hoes, but they soon went rogue

Now I'm used to playin the x-man like Logan

And in the midst of all these niggas rappin 'bout they Jordans

There's a voice inside my head screamin "Nigga, where you goin?"

Hell's depths are where I'll soon be residin

When I find the .45 my grandmother is hidin

That gunshot will be the highlight of my life

When I blow my brains out sure nobody will mind it

I'll play some Joy Division, tie a noose like Ian Curtis out of curtains write letter statin how my life is worthless

So how the fuck is god gon' give my life a purpose

When I got a million voices in my head and never heard his

They say my minds kinda sick, in need of Vicks

Because my wrist suffers from the symptoms of repeated slits

But cut it out, cause nobody gives a fuck about

The dreams you used to have about burnin your grandmothers house

Down to the ground

Just to hear the sounds of your fucking family screamin

You can't imagine the demon

But it couldn't be that bad, there had to be reason

That you would fantasize with seein school faculty bleedin

Pacin, heavily breathin

Looking for a reason to do anything but just die

But you can't

[Verse 2: Mike G]

Yea I got two X's, if I add one more

They'll watch me more than the video between two whores, I'm on

My mind's corrupted, doubt there's a way to fix it

And now they want you less than thick chicks with six kids

It's crazy in it, like the world I'm in

Never was a choice to begin, with my life full of sin, but

If everything went the way that I had it

I'd be a killer like Dahmer if he wasn't a faggot

Victims is weak rappers, you frontin' it's no problem

I go huntin a bury the cunts in the rose garden

It's payback, now, it's about that time

Cuttin crop circles in heads, how you don't see that sign?

I'm fuckin radical, waitin for money to come whether fast or slow

Rather haste to have my weight in gold, and never be low

You see me ride high, I'm a fly talker

Open, show-boatin' im floatin' like Skywalker

I'm diamond rough, ridin' tough, my light is bright as fuck

Can't even ask to spare your common sense cause they ain't got enough

Now, how broke is that, I ain't waitin, there's moves I'm makin I got clothes to pack

And now it's flight time

They can't contest with how might I rhyme

Feel famous, it's easy to shine with your lights lime

This is too fun, we post with two guns

And if I had two fucks I wouldn't give you one