Call Me

Call me Call me Call me Catch me in the coolest discotheque Drinkin' with crippled vets Pretendin' to be an architect Depressed narcissist Smackin' deaf retarded chicks Jackin' off in cardigans to See how big my arm will get So that's your daughter shit She looks like she's been suckin' dick In make up, push up bras Sippin' off Starbuck's lids And I ain't start this shit But now I'm droppin' bombs again To put these whack, trass-ass, rap acts In garbage bins A rhyme spitter A behind splitter Splittin' phillies up, I rap But I can't say So these motherfucking kids wanna Bump some hard shit I swallow each rap verse I'm a starving artist That's broke, siphoning gas Shove a knife in the back Of Billie Eillish's ass Come back and widen the gash Think of the life that I've had I'm countin' nine like a cat I think I've died too many times I get too high to be sad Call me Call me Call me These pussies walkin' the world Cryin' that life ain't fair I grew a pair Went and dyed my hair Took off my skiddy underwear And a birthday suit Is what I'm rockin' now DM with them first grade boobs Bird chest, skinny arms Got my beer belly bulging My mama callin' my phone Sayin' I need some consulting Counseling sessions, bitch F*ck I've been through it all So why the f*ck can't y'all just Leave me alone So I'm constantly at home Scribblin' these nonsense Schizophrenic phrases Spittin' out my mouth quick Slit throats, trench coats, teachers A school coach and Thirty dead students gettin' eaten by Cockroaches Cocked and loaded Bullets sprayin', bodies layin' topless Ladies shaking asses, laughing Somebody save me I'm goin' crazy I'm manic and frantic; panic An ant trapped inside of A maze, bump into walls While I'm pacing in it Call me Call me Call me I call her phone And follow her home Swallow our whole Conversation alone While gettin' stoned Sick of breaking apart I cover up how I feel I'm tellin' women I feel nothing They know that ain't real I'm thinkin' bout grabbin' steel And sprayin' bullets in head These motherfuckers pissed off I always rap about death Always depressed Deep cavernous cracks Inside my chest That expand in cold weather Till they shatter with stress All these cess bags smoked Choked throat under rope I'm suffocating on tongue So I never speak under oathe I wanna call this bitch tonight And say exactly what's on mind Don't mind me, baby Imma make you feel alright Call me