Blue Eyes Ultimate

Hectic as I can be A marvel like I'm Stan Lee Lookin for the dough Like I was plottin on Bambi Damn he Doesn't really ask for much Just a bit out of touch He wishes that he could trust folks Been out of luck Still treated em with the utmost Respect, need to hit the Motherfuckin reset Button on the world And load up one of the presets I play too much Like it's motherfuckin recess Go up in ya church Replace the priest with a priestess Thesis is That I don't know what I'm doin And if you're an influence You better keep it congruent And do it like you're affluent You gotta f*ck with the movement And get into it to view it And realize you can pursue it Investigate, Nancy Drew it And get it stuck like you glued it I'm runnin out of the beat And these lyrics are fuckin stupid Got the hidden trap card Fightin in the backyard Cats woop ya ass Set fire to the squad cars At large Now bustin out the surprise rap Glad wrap Run up in ya house with the bad cat Babycat Somethin like Baghdad in '03 That's how my mind feels Runnin through a mine field In high heels But that really ain't the move So I Drink a lot so I could Go to sleep soon, I Live my life like I don't care Gung Ho Pretty fuckin dumb But it's also pretty fun though Some don't know That our time's runnin out fast So I do funny shit To keep myself from feelin bad An odd way to live But it's pretty rad And it stay pretty dope with the Babycat Sometimes I write dumb shit When I'm sad Jaxon, Tyler, and Todd Run up in the studio Makin hot shit Get the message like Mercutio Shakespeare reference Probably learn that shit in skoolio Jam til we're hungry Then we go and get some foodio Movin Os Just like the spoon in ya Cheerios Got the armor on Now we movin like imperials There we go Trained for the motherfuckin Bloodshed Melee specialists We don't even need to pump lead Go ahead, smoke me That's what the bud said F*ck feds man ACAB til I'm undead Drum heads Never seen a beatin like this Been here for a while Now I gotta take a piss Got blood on the jeans Got blood on the fists Got the shackles of society Stuck up on my wrists Sayin shit like that Probably got me on a list But what can they do to me I don't even exist