#bydamn

[jodhiifromthe503]

Hook:

[What am I? (Ah, ah, ah)

Who am I? (Ah, ah, ah)

I’m the deer in the headlights

Of an Evil eye]

Intro:

You gotta feed the mind

Twist my lips

I bite the tongue

Its rotten apples

For the young

(The dumb

The hot as fuck) *2

Verse 1:

Psycho spiritual, chemical

Blood of the lamb

Best of luck

Its a miracle

Run as fast as you can

She’s an oracle

Spits rhetorical

To many fans

Half a fuck

I keep it tucked

In the seat in the back of the van

No friends

Eyes focused on the road

Hold the steering wheel

With both hands

One last cigarette

In the pocket of my pants

I let it sag

Pretty bitch fag

Fixated on a funny feeling

Jet lag

Might be the death of me

Like fe, fi, foe

Faustian plot

A game of double jeopardy

Like tick tack toe

I’ve already lost more than I’ve won

Go to learn to let that shit go

Gotta give the night back to the sun

When the morning comes

You’ll be young, dumb, and hot as fuck

Broken

With bad vibes

And no luck

Haunted, Haunting, Haunts

All my loose ends become knots

Writing papers

Taking shots

Paranoid, lost in my thoughts

Of Suicide

Might bring the cops

So I don’t reach out for help

I’ve stopped

Nobody ever answers the phone

When the black snake moans

Ya

Hook:

Verse 2:

A girl cried (Wolf)

On the radio wave

I look like a wallflower

But still I misbehave

(Ah, ah, ah,)

Ya

Its a Manson

Family reunion

God, Damn

Ya, I’ve been kidnapped by the Holy Spirit

Ransom, ya

I didn’t wanna wait

So I’m ego tripping at the gate

Ya, of hell

Fixing to cut the tape

If you have a soul to sell

I can get you in for half the rate

Ya,

I have a Robert Johnson kind of fate

But I plan to show up late

Ya,

Behind everything you love

Is another thing you hate

Ya,

Death trip detour

Still the clocks tick

I don’t wanna do this anymore

But I still rock sick

My obsessions, compulsions

Better stop quick

Become misproportioned potions

For the pain

Stain glass windows

Shattered in my brain

I crawl out between the rafters

Juxtaposed on different planes

Ya

Jumanji

The Jungle

The Joke is lost on the Jester

The bitter the medicine

Ya

The more it makes you feel better

Hook:

(Car crash)

Outro:

(The bitter the medicine

The more it makes you feel better) echos out

[jodhiifromthe503]

Verse 1:

Never been shit

Never out

Never do shit

Put a slit

On my wrist

Just a smidge

Not deep enough for an Apocalypse

Polly wanna crack the sky

Just a little bit

Turn tides with a full eclipse

Keep my words strapped to my hips

I palm beretta

Til it empty clips

And I loose lips

They sink ships

Like DAMN

Verse 2:

I would bite the hand that feeds

But doggie always wants the bone

Zarathustra wants revenge

But I just wanna be alone

I might kill an Ubermensch

Ya I might come for the throne

All your friends are gonna snitch

And now your home is overgrown

Verse 3:

Ya I might glitch

I might spit

Pain

Through your pleasure dome

Real g’s move in silence

Like a gnome

And the way you Schadenfreude

Is the crust hum of your weight

And when Mara met Siddhartha

Kafka, keep her at the gate

Verse 4:

Trapped in my mind like a black hole

50 first dates

Gyrating in the Bardo

Ya, Jesus waits and waits

For that true love

Clickbait

Left on read

With a full shrug

I feel like a circus act

Dumbo and his acrobat

I’m feeling vertigo

Gonzo with the shits

Looking for a mole to whack

Condemn me to Tartarus

With a flick of the wrist

And I’m cached ya

Am I dumb or just happy?

Like Sisyphus

Rolling boulders like blunts

I’m a masochist

Like a dysphoric, Narcissist

I see your face in constellations

And the Redwood mist

Bright eyes

Faded back to black

Like you don’t exist

Life’s overrated

Left with hypocrites

Narrating Vanilla shit

Like ventriloquist

Like out played soft rock hits

Every genre’s full of drama

I can’t find no fuckin peace

Call me anti-Dali Lama

I’m the Harlot and the Beast ya

You don’t threaten me the least

Bitch

Ya

You don’t threaten me the least

I’m the Harlot and the

BEAST

Bridge

Verse 5:

I’m giving you back your karma

Keep it to yourself

And your dharma

Dummy boy

Ya

broke the game just like a toy

Go find another lower life form to annoy

Ya

Masochistic repetition

Habits fosters by religion

Life of superstition

might get to heaven

Lead a loan

Check your intuition

For tuition

But it might be bunk though

Like a pyramid scheme

Ya

Junk to the junk fiend

Black screen

Searching for Anna Belle Lee

Lost within a dream

In a dream

In a dream

12:01

Time to feed the

Gigapet

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotlight mind

Then I hit reset

Don’t wait for me at the gate

Bitch, I don’t repent

You act so certain about a little secret

Do me a favor

Keep it

(We don’t need it)

If my chain hangs low

And it wobbles to the floor

With a pink beam of light

Tessellating on the floor

I don’t wanna do this anymore

Verse 6:

Ya I can’t shake it out

Like a Polaroid

Geekin like a goid

Always paranoid

Like tweakers on parade

Hung up in a gallery

Stuck up in a Thomas Kincaid

Fuck your bonus and your salary

I’m minimum wage

Paid hourly

They harvesting my energy

Investing to devour me

They fear mortality

And always act so cowardly

Overpowered

But never to empower me

If you can’t understand

you standing under me

(GOD DAMN)

Verse 7:

Its my life

And I can’t delete it

Even if you escape

Then your bound to repeat it

Like the Pinball Wizard

Do what you can to beat it

But you never beat it

You should fucking quit, bitch

Verse 8:

Building castles out of sand

So run, Ricky, run

Build as fast as you can

Hoping the tide don’t come

You’re the gingerbread man

Toodles lost his marbles

Slipped right from his hands

Now the Universe is gone

Stravinsky effect

Triumph of the Spectacle

Literacy is dead

And the Universe is a cannibal

Its all in your head

Try to hit me on my cellular

But my phone is dead

Outro:

Assassinate the precedent

And kill God with a 10 strip

Hunt down Prometheus

Blow out his candle, death wish

[jodhiifromthe503]

Hook:

I bet that you think you know me

You know me more than I could ever know myself

I bet that you think you’d save me

I bet that you think that you can save yourself

Intro:

I ain’t ya pity fuck

I ain’t ya tragedy porn

Trying to get inside my jeans and shit

That you ain’t ever worn

Ya

Verse 1:

You can’t compete with my energy

I run the joules til infinity

I burn slow on my own

Never act timidly

Don’t put out my fire

Raised in a chimney

proud of my pyre

And your smoke ain’t offending me

Choice Select

Ya

Make the wrong one

Reflect

Ya

This roads gonna be a long one

Wear your seatbelt

Bitch, protect your neck

Everyone is equal

From now til total recall

Keep your weapons lethal

All the way until the next sequel

Make a wish

Then go network

Take no ish

Don’t be a bitch

Do the work

Don’t get catfished ya

Know your worth

Give no fucks

Give back to the Earth

Give no fucks

Go back to the dirt

I wake up and feel the shame ya

Anxiety, Depression, Pain ya

Must be sketched in my brain ya

I gave up everything

I gave up everything

Just to make a change

Bet you feel the same

Die everyday

And then I wake up to the same trade name

To play the same lame game

With the cards I was dealt

Another notch in my belt

Made it to the fame

Just so I can show and tell

I think I’m in hell

But who can tell?

I think I’m in hell

But who can tell?

Bounce with the flow

Open doors

Just know when to keep em closed

Ya

Love I lost

Life won’t rest

I die between my thoughts

Love is lost

Love is lost

Life won’t rest

Love is lost

Life won’t rest

Ya

I die between my thoughts

Ya

Hook:

Verse 2:

When you steal life of its essence

And the wine starts to turn bitter

If you want to see a black hole

Look into the mirror

Bitch

It ain’t a glitch

Inside of us is the nature of a virus

Ya

To corrupt every file like Midas

Reach out, touch the violence

Psychopomp, ya

I let the beat drop

Throw it up

All my hoes onto the floor to Tranni Wop

Fuck it up

Ice, lean, Sprite with pink starburst

All these drugs up in my verse

Put some Molly in my cup

I got some Lucy in my purse

And if worse comes to worse

And I leave a blank verse

Throw a party in my hearse

My life was just rehearse

You can do it to I did it first

It’s just me, myself, and I

Writing raps in my cocoon

Best believe I’ll fucking fly

If I can make it out this room

And if you get in my way

boy

That’ll be the day

boy

Ya you pray, you kick, you bray

You have nothing to say

boy

It’s ludicrous

Move bitch get out the way

Get out the way

boy

It’s ludicrous

Move bitch

Get out the way

Get out the way

boy

Hook:

Outro:

I ain’t ya pity fuck

I ain’t ya pity fuck

I ain’t ya tragedy porn

Trying to get in my jeans

Of shit you ain’t ever worn

I ain’t ya pity fuck

I ain’t ya pity fuck

[jodhiifromthe503]

Hook:

(Don’t cry

My Love

It’s only for awhile

And then we will go home) *2

Verse 1:

I’m a goner ya

I’m a fuckin loner ya

I’m a fuckin haunt

Ya

I’m a lonely lonely thought

Ya

Zarathustra wants revenge, ya

Hungry, hungry, hypocrites ya

But the hunger never ends, nah

Sisyphus jooks the fraggle rock

I’m paranoid

I take a double look, a left hook

Ya I’m peekin out the void

You got me shook so I’m freakin out annoyed

Ya unconscious, Omega

Sage of the Holy Dream Cast Sega

Alabama, Talledega

I’m as hot as Louisiana

Nights Cydonia

Psychotropic

Panorama

Dramamine

Ya

I just want to go to sleep

I just want to sleep

Ya!

Hook:

Verse 2:

Father (gone)

Son (gone)

Holy Spirit (gone, gone, gone)

Minnie Moocher kicks the gong

I got dreams older than Babylon, Blood

No one’s home, ya

Real shit

I got tunnel vision

Bitch I’m drowning

I keep my heart snug inside a satchel

Pounding

Paddle up a creek without a paddle

Up a mountain

Pissin poetry inside a river

Like a fountain

Samsara ain’t no wheel of fortune

Hell is just a state of mind

Heaven’s a misfortune

Existing in an endless grind

Grits to build a mountain

The Mind runs, ya

The Mind runs

Madness

Hook:

Art critics criticize

Cuz they don’t know how to realize

Life ain’t something you can theorize

It looks different coming from someone else’s eyes

I keep Basquiat inside my thoughts

And a Base God when I get lost

Ya shorty say she got the sauce

But inside the sauce she is lost

[konekoryuugamine]

At least that’s how it’s been since I started doing this game. 

And by damn that’s how I’m gonna KEEP playing it.