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nalyd - diggin' my way lyrics

[hook]
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h-ll
i wanna dig my way to h-ll [x2]

[verse 1: nalyd ecitsuj]
guess i got a way with words, i could get away with murder
ever hearda’ aspergers’? it’s a rare condition
it’s what you’re suffering from when you simply don’t care if it’s an
80 degree day and there’s no fricken air conditioning
and you can’t see the b-tch’s hair is frizzing
cause you got the windows up
blaring the system in your chevrolet prizm
the devil ain’t on a level same as him
picture someone who revels in straight masochism
and imagine him giving an adjective an -ss whooping
so bad they should put his -ss in prison
a word bully, i verbally abuse verbs
like they did something to me personally
used to get bullied, so i’d cut cl-ss and ditch it
now i bully rap, i’m the sh-t, f-ggot (sniff it)
cadillac from a k car
my -ss from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em a-part
came straight out the trailer park screaming i’m proud
to shop at k-mart and it became art
and i’m still fed up and as p-ssed off as they are
to this day i, still get in fights with the same broad
at the same walmart arguing over the same cart
in the middle of the aisle whilin’
i don’t give a f-ck i don’t play!
b-tch you think you saw this basket first?
you’re -ss backwards like motherf-cking bob and silent jay
illest sh-t you could think i would say
mind’s like a pile of clay
when’s the last time that you saw a villain with a cape
ripped a gaping hole in it
flipped out, ripped down the drapes
tied ’em around my neck
went down the fire escape of the empire state
slipped, fell straight down to the ground
splattered all over the entire state
and straight to h-ll, got impaled by the gates
saw satan, stuck his face in an ashtray
while i sashayed around flames with a match and i gave him the gas face
and this ain’t got nothing to do with a scale or being g-y little f-ggot
but by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day
i’m a combination of skylar grey, tyler the creator, and violent j
it’s a f-ckin’ miracle to be this lyrical
paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face i’m insane
every rhyme i say, sons you like an ultra violet ray
i’m selling hatred buffet style, all the sh-t you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a plate
i’m throwin’ down the gauntlet to see what h-ll i can raise
with the rhyme i’m spittin’ while i’m sh-ttin’ on compet-tion
in the meantime it’s always mean time

[hook]

[verse 2: nalyd ecitsuj]
i’ve been a career -ssh0l-
i don’t see why these people always got my back
i done said so much f-cked up sh-t, i was born a mistake
but i was put here not by accident
i had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
slaughter tracks, i done put my two dimes and a nickel in this sh-t
i’m coming to get that quarter back
like ndamukong, the drama can build
your mama can ask me for my autograph
cause that cougar’s a milf, she’s the oldest trick in the book
but i sure would fall for that
you done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
when i get on the mic i’mma snap
make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital
when i overdosed woulda caught a flat
if it makes you sick to your stomach acid
indigestion, my suggestion’s kaopectate
if it feels like i’m running away with the game
it’s cause i am, don’t speculate, spectate
all i got is d-ck for days and insults for decades
but i get by with my wicked ways
lady you can suck a d-ck til your neck aches
cry til you get puffy eyes, red faced
but i’m leaving on this jet plane, you ain’t fly, you’re an airhead
and i’m sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
but your baggage ain’t gonna fit in my storage overhead sp-ce
cause it just ain’t big enough to fit your damaged goods
other words don’t try to put your heart in a headcase
(m-ffled noise)
cause baby, stable mentally i ain’t
i need my meds, i peed my bed
i’m going blind, i don’t see my legs
i keep on falling down, no wonder you can’t stand me, i need my cane
someone help me, i think my face is melting
if you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain
this g-i-a-n-t hole in my empty head
if you read my mind, you can see my pain
and you’d see why i be this way
ever since i was knee high playin’ with g.i. joes
told these hoes shut their p-i-e holes, now peep my game
cause i’m ’bout it ’bout it
like a (like a) f-cking (f-cking)
echo (echo)… (psych) psycho on a cyclone cycle
spiraling, here i go, i`m outta control like no
other mic go
stab you til’ the knife goes – dull
i’m nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes
coz i’mma sock it to you
dyk- ho, you don’t like it
get on your harley davidson menstrual cycle
and ride it like a motorbike
i’m finna blow the mic the whole night so
strike up the f-cking maestro, i’m nitro
and hi ho, hand me my shovel, i’m liable to dig my hole
deeper, and it’s off to h.e double hockey sticks i go

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