Negative Minds

[Hook]

No one can save me so why would I pray to the sky

I swear I'll stay out of line until the day that I die

I'm a fuckin' problem, you can see the hate in my eyes

'Cause it's hard to be positive around negative minds

[Verse]

My mind's a live wire, like a Mountain Dew

But everybody around me's spillin' the fountain's youth

Pretty soon it's gon' be plain old water

And the rain'll blow harder, any rainbows? Nada

I guess I gotta rise above it or I will suffer

So I'm focusing on eatin' you guys for supper

So try to cover my mind with negativity, quickly

I will grip my sickle, stick you when I'm kickin' these similes

I'ma spit till infinity so quit nic-fitting to rid of me

I'm MLB, you're little league, I'll shit on you literally

When you're need of an enemy, don't pick me I'm really mean

I'm a sinister, admit that all your writtens are trickery

So trick or treat, I'ma frickin' beast, I'm sick when I'm rippin' beats

I will flip if you mention me or even think about dissin' me

I'll eat your delicious meat, use my sickle to pick my teeth

Then I'll dip to the city streets for a McChicken at Mickey D's

Just a tip if you're listening; I'm mentally unstable

I'm able to cook the best MC, the recipe was fatal

I was meant to be an A-hole, I rock it with confidence

You're the opposite of hot, you spit like you're suckin' a cock or dick

I'll lock a bitch in the trunk, pop it when the clock hits six

Then have thoughts, "should I watch her rot or chop her into lots of bits?"

What's causing this? It's obvious that your negative thoughts have just

Ruined my brain, if not that, I guess my fuckin' noggin's split

Either way, I've lost my sense, cause chaos in your metropolis

You're soft as cotton, I'm probably gonna cause the apocalypse

You're preposterous, a glitch with more lags than an octopus

Incompetent, calling you stupid would be a compliment

Now who's being the negative one, son?

I'm a dark cloud, gloomin' till everyone runs

I'm sick of conundrums, do a way with you crumb bums

Then  I get sketched out and I stay in my dungeon

For days, I'm a waste of space, least that's what I've been told

And so I am an oddball like Molly Ringwald

In Pretty In Pink, idiots think I'm spitting for the kitty and rings

That's petty to me, really I just spit shit to be free

I'm absurd, my last words'll probably be backwards

No raps filled with actors, rappers on bad terms

It's assured, I'm a raptor when I smash verbs

Laughter, the only way you'd be the shit is rat turds

I'm bringing back that boom bap, so you can assume that

You're meeting your doom after I spit my tune raps

Oops, crap, I mean rap tunes, I'm a baboon

Colder than a statue, givin' rappers stab wounds