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[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]

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

[jodhiifromthe503]

All my life I been the rag doll

Hoping I could take y’all

Outback and jigsaw

The whole pack

And get tall

As the Eiffel Tower

Have bitches on my dick like I’m Austin Powers

Devour the flower

Hop in the Uber and reroute her

I’m the sickest lyricist

My fits imprints the devils wits

And tints my Van Gogh hints

But I snap back

And slap that

Knife of my limp wrist ya!

Bitch!

I am really killing this

Ain’t no one as real as this

I’m taking all the smoke

Inhale

And take another hit

Breathing fire

Getting higher than Molly Fontaine

More black magic that Black Sabbath

And David Blaine

think I’m insecure

Insane

Like I’m Bruce Wayne

Living double lives

Snorting Cocaine

With John Wayne

In the ghost train

Ya me and Cal Calloway

Going to St. James Infirmary

There ain’t no mother fucking cure for me, ya

Bardo Daze

Playing out the ways

In which Houdini slip from the chains

Til he run out of days

Ya, my anatomy’s grey

I want retribution for every casualty

Of frontal lobotomy

Orchiectomy

There ain’t no next of kin for me

I’m floating further out to sea

The fountain from which it springs

And I dive deep

But found no peace

No skeleton keys

Just a black screen

And a dream of Annabelle Lee ya

Take this take this just how you please

I got all the shit talk that a girl needs

Ya, I’m gonna be the next one that a girl reads

Ya, I bring the dopamine to the dope fiends

Weave the dreams

You scroll the screen of my screams ya

Same day, I’m gonna sign a record deal

I don’t care how it’s gonna make you feel

With your imaginary friends

You play pretend

and try to scare me

I’ve seen shit that will make your hair turn white

They double dog dare

Know I’m about that life

My bark as bad as my bite

I chew out of spite

Bad batch

You go back to her

Bitch

I go back to black

(Back to black) echo*

I keep pulling that rabbit from hat

Eat the head off a bat

I’m a trap in the trap and there’s no coming back

So I guess that I’m trapped

But if you sell Heroin or if you sell Crack

I throw you out the window and then you go splat

Ya

Y’all didn’t think I could spit

Y’all didn’t think I could rap

Y’all didn’t think that I’d make a come back

Y’all didn’t think I would come to your house with a bat

(Black on black) echo*

I gave to fucks

In December

Then I fucked him up

Left him something to remember

They like Jodhii

Shut the fuck up

No

I don’t really want no friends

Those just means to an end

But

Where in the world is Carmen

Doin hood rat shit with her best friend

Slut

Suicide pact til the night ends

I hope Nietzsche don’t mind

I don’t rewind

I’m trembling and that’s fine

Look out the blinds

Shit is fucked

But we’re probably fine

America’s gone back in time

Go us locked in echo chambers

Locked in our mind

With our own “kind”

Fine, ya

Empty the clip

Another round for my sis

Ya, the revolution was a lie

But time does not exist

Climate changes

But history don’t

It jus rearranges

Red handed

Stuck to the pages

Misery love companies

Corporate philosophies

Casualties, anomalies

Leave nothing to mystery

So

FUCKABEES

Fuckabees, fuckabees, fuck with me ya

Little bitty witty biddy pretty jodhii cozy wozy wavy baby fuck you pay me

Later shady you don’t phase me

Slim chance i’m hesitating

I don’t care how long it takes me

To break free

y’all fuckin hate me

Cuz I’m a queen

Fem de la phem

Faded like Phaedra

In my tangerine dream

I’m a spit fire

Snort some yayo off the dash

Clap back with the whip with the backlash

Ya I feel lighter

Light as a feather

Whatever the weather

Numb

I’ve come to kill ya

I’ma make it feel all better

I’ma make it feel all better, better, better, better

Damn, homie

In high school you was the man homie

What the fuck happened to you?

Damn homie

You used to be a fuck boy

Ya

Now they fucking you?

I ain’t your homie

You didn’t know me

I’ve been livin lonely

And I was hella confused

Ya

I was really abused

I was stuck in a loop

I’ve been grinding my teeth

And I been haunted by you

Ya

Haunted like the Ink Spots

That come out like ink blots

In the form of deep thoughts

Ya I say please stop

But the wires crossed

Now I’m botched

Tried to kick rocks

But I’ve stopped

Now you can shit talk all you want!

Ya

You ain’t safe on my block bitch

I’m a pretty girl and I still got a cock bitch

If that’s a punch line

Lace it with fentanyl

Me at my worst is better than the best of y’all

All you’ll ever be is somebody that knew

Jodhii!

Your ma said you were special

I hope that makes you feel

Cozy!

I been stuck in the rain

Now the weakest link in my chain

Can’t hold back the pain

I’ve been lost in my brain

Figured out the whole game

Maybe someday I’ll taste the fame

Flip it

And take it straight to the bank

No where is safe

Reach out and touch faith

Amazing grace saved face

So I took her place

At the table

Of this fable

And if Cain killed Abel

For the love of the father

Than I don’t wanna be a martyr, son, or a daughter

But if I am a mother

I’ll love her

Adore her

Won’t give her up to the slaughter

Feed her from the fountain

And filter the water

I don’t know what I deserve

But I know who I serve

And if you need someone to lean on

Just say the word

But if I die too young then

FUCK

GAME OVER

[jodhiifromthe503]

Verse:

Ya blacked out

Trashed out

Know what I’m talking bout

Cash count my way

Out his financial drought

Taking food

Out my mouth?

Bitch I grew up in the South!

Drinking Bailey’s

Fucked up lately

Feeling wavy

Please don’t date me

If you’re gonna hate me, love me

Ever changing

Like an abstract painting

Ink blot

My Ink Spots

Set the world on fire

With my deep thoughts

Like its a crime

Beat my Reebox

On the Sheetrock

Graduated from the school of hard knocks

Kill cops

Eat the rich

Full stop.

Just kidding bitch I never stop.

Once you pop the fun don’t stop

I empty the clip

Like I’m an addict

Ya, watch the light seeping back out it

Run, run little piggy

Try to catch it

Hide and go seek

Hope you don’t get caught

I’m with the shits

Don’t repent

I’m heaven sent

I’m Hell bent

Everybody loves Lucy

In the sky

With the die mother fucker die

Fucko

In the trap

On the stove top

Bucko

I wanna see you cry me a River Styx

Ya, miss me with that shit

How it used to be

That was just your imagination

Kim, possibly was just your projection

That’s for your rejection dad

I don’t need your protection, ma

I step in

10 toes down on the sand

Then I dive into the deep end

Macabre, catch me creepin

Thoughts so fast

Can’t tell what the fuck I’m thinking

Got me brain damaged

can’t tell if I been drinking

And my pride be taking hits

Like my dick I see it shrinking

Yes, I’m a pretty little girl

And I still got a cock

And I keep a glock cocked and ready to pop

Ya my kettle corn maze

Blazed on my own

Smoke shaded

By my shadow

My family looking up at me as I hang from the gallows

Ain’t their fault that I ran out of vowels

Horde

Death cult clique

Ya triple 6

Pretty bitch

Jodhii with the shits

I’m so trashed up

I’m so lit

Like bow wow yippie yo yuppie scum

I’m a chain saw its a fun run

Ya

Run mother fucker run mother fucker run

[jodhiifromthe503]

Hook:

I don’t really know shit

I don’t really know shit

I don’t think you know shit

You acting like you do

But you don’t know bitch

Ya still searching so many things

I ain’t even heard yet

I ain’t even learn yet

Verse: 1

Captain oh Captain

Sunk in a bottle

The devil is laughing

Grasping for anything at all

Ya the fall

Spin the bottle

Nauseous crawl

Anticipating anxiety

I break the law

Chasing my shadow down the hall

Feeling small

Shook to Casper

Awaiting disaster

Melted stoned bones in the plaster

Rapture

Ghost spending the night

Flickering like a lit candle

Ya I follow the light

Dial tone trailing behind

It’s getting to me like the wind chill

Bites

Chest tight squeeze

On my knees

I worship this suck

Cuz I’m lost in the weeds

Naked and Vulnerable

A tree without leaves

I’m dying fits

Panic attack

Base drum kicks death through my chest

Festering a Hallelujah

Howl of Madness

Let the light shine through ya

You ain’t gonna be shit

Red light district

The lime light passed me in my prime

Now I’m missed it

No voicemail

Call blocked

Like a knock knock

Mother fucka

It’s 12 o’clock

You better have the money or you’re getting popped

Hook:

Verse 2:

Who this bitch wailing witch

Screaming static from my tv

Onto my lips

Leave me be

I can’t breath

Asphyxiated

Trauma Trauma

Paranoid

ANTI-Dalai Lama

Eats its way out of the Android

I do what I want to

I skip to my Lou

Might jump right through you

Ya I understand the consequences of the drama

Reap the karma

I’m not worried

I’m a goner, goner, goner...

I’ma go out in smoke

Like a holy magician

I might choke

Ya

I might take another toke

I’ll die halfway through the mission

Stiff

Like a fish on the cutting board

In the kitchen

Wishing upon a star

In silence

Shh...

I’m holding down the space bar

Some violent shyness

Riding the breaks through the darkness

Feeling So lost (soul lost) like my long lost guitar picks

Crying like a baby

I don’t wanna go

Playing William tell

Show and tell me though

I’m a long lost signal through the crystal dynamo

Pixelated middle child, chewing on the gristle

Hook:

Verse 3

I’ll get swallowed by a black hole ya

I don’t really know where its gonna go no

Is it a new high?

Is it a new low?

Why am I singing like this

I don’t really know

(What the fuck dude?)

I am the reaper

Put it to sleep

Or wake the beast

With the clenched teeth

Life ain’t for the weak

Ya

Death ain’t for the cheap

I’m a guilty little mess I’m blessed and rest assured

I’ve endured Apocalypse in Bollywood

And slit my wrist in Dollywood

I shoulda coulda been a better person

But it worsen in person I guess I’m cursed in reverse

Been a bad apple

Ya I been a black sheep

I been a bad batch swatting bats in the backseat

And I reap what I sew

Lemme skeet skeet

I’m a criminal, spit subliminal residuals

To get in your mind and fuck up the chemicals

This is a spiritual warfare

War cry

With the drum drum

Am I too high?

Make me feel a little numb, numb

Like a dum dum

I’m a cookie crumb

Skulls on the makers tongue

Bottle full of rum

Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run

It’s the house of the rising sun

[jodhiifromthe503]

Atheist in the Sheets/Nihilist with the Yeets

Hook:

I don’t know what you wan’t from me

I don’t know what you want from me

I know I’m not as cool as I can be

But I know this is tragedy

So why does it feel like a comedy?

Verse 1

I got a discontented mind

I am trouble by design

Ya our culture isn’t fine

When I rift

Ya you drift

But watch you lip

You might snitch

I’ve been known to glitch

Ya, I’m the grinch

Stealing Christmas

Feelin on my tits

I’m a bitch ya

Second hand smoke

Got me coughing spit

Ya, I might throw a fit

I might throw a brick

Through your Benz

And I don’t want no friends, no

I just need my benzo

And I got bends so

That’s why I call disassociation

No we can’t relate

If you ain’t woke and you can’t see the wake

Ya I get the cake

I put too much on my plate

Ya you call it love I call it hate

Ya the consequence was rape

Ya I saved the date

Mirror mirror on the wall

What is my fate?

But can I trust my own reflection

When I know its not real

Ya its fake

Subconscious is a liar

I murdered my messiah

I couldn’t get much higher

So I jumped into the fire

Hook:

Verse 2

Are you a boy or you a girl

Neither

I’m just a god experiencing myself in the world within the ether

It’s my own creation of participation

isn’t something I can differentiate

and I’ll cross contaminate

Ya

You’re values are fake

Its just clickbait

What do you choose to do?

To meet my goals

This fools gold’s an endless bliss

Ya chasing highs to fall in pits

The devils wits

Cold condensation

My whiskey slips

To many sips

My thoughts are racing

I forget to remember

It’s all small shit

I do it again in again

Like I’m Charlie

I’m an idiot

Probably illiterate

But I don’t really give a shit

Call it anti-intellectualism

But get of my Dick

I’m a jittery Zeitgeist

Be gay

Do crimes

Feast on my confetti rhymes

Like a hypochondriac concubine

Concocting chaos sigil signs across his mind

To invest in deception of his inception of my feeding for his brooding questions

Father you’re a liar

Hook:

Verse 3:

You fucking demon

I double dog dare you to change my season

I’m a dharma bum

And I’m stuck on repeating

Til what dreams may come

Licking on my boots like I’m a dominatrix

In the matrix

What in tarnation got me to say this?

I’m the same consciousness creation

Stuck in my biological situation

I’ve had enough degradation

Stuck in a dying nation

A dying body

A dying wasteland

I’m honestly trying to find a balanced diet

But I can’t stand the quiet silence

Ripping through my temples under my eyelids

I searched for guidance but I found none

I was homeward bound but I found none

Now I’m a castaway on the island of misfit toys

A broken Barbie doll

Blinking Morse code for Codein, Cough and Could, Whiskey, and Promethezine

I’m an opiate fiend

Numb

My dial tone dreams

Stuck in sleep paralysis

Pregnant with emotion

Only hurts when she screams and kicks

I’m in the ocean

Sink or swim in my abyss

My thoughts quicken

I’m letting you in...just a smidgen

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