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You know I don't understand Matthew I think he lashes out in his lyrics Because he's lowkey pissed that his father left and all this other shit And all that discontent is probably why he can't make any friends I mean he probably scares them away I don't blame them And why is he so convinced he can become a famous rapper I mean he's at the motherfucking drawing board So many rumors so some of them must have been true Plus I'm flustered motherfuckers don't know what I've been through Kaptive how many chunks was I to cut her into A couple hundred don't forget to use the fucking Ginsu Several bouts of inner doubts must I must continue Voices are loud when they shout it is such an issue I can hardly fathom what is nagging from inside Can't tell if I'm perishing or actually did die I digress hi I'm back Kaptive and this time you'll f*ck with this and have your ass acast in a riptide I'll ask you to fasten your safety latches we're in flight But I'm crashing as I'm bad at trying to acclimate with heights So I just flipping hide like acrobatics in disguise I'm a bastard kid attacking big assassins with twin knives Shit I'm avidly practicing lighting matches on thin ice When my friends extend their hands I fucking fracture it in spite Only way I make the cut is with a habit to incise No white flags for any assholes it's a massacre this night F*ck a mag it's rap battling with madness reenacting a fist fight's Yeah I gloomy sit inside of my room while I'm spitting rhymes all night And gravity I might defy as I'm jumping from ninety flights of spiral stairs and I survive I'll bite lit dynamite while trying pints of cyanide five times I've tried to die tonight The noose I couldn't tie it right Finna kill them as an amateur foes are knocking at the door don't matter I'm strapped for war Hit them with a verse so motherfucking phat it cracked the floor Won't quit rapping even if I'm paid and stacking cash galore I want to be so rich I'll say it doesn't matter anymore It doesn't fucking matter- fucking matter- doesn't matter anymore It doesn't matter man it doesn't matter anymore Yo Yo Listen up I'm finna kill them as an amateur foes are knocking at the door Don't matter I'm strapped for war Hit them with a verse so motherfucking phat it cracked the floor Won't quit rapping even if I'm paid and stacking cash galore I got a killer side to me I got to tap into that form man I fucking got to tap into that form I swear man I got to tap into that form I gotta fucking- I gotta tap into that form Ain't even at the top but I have already lost it I'm often staring off I think my noggin is lost Which is why my mind is wandering from topic to topic The doctor says I'm not quite yet psychotic but it's probably onset Feces in a microwave I want to be hot shit So all you haters watching who pick on me and who constantly talk shit Can saw off your lower body limbs and crawl in a ball pit with popcorn I'll watch it I bought a twenty dollar watch then solemnly flossed it Then I sold that bitch for thirty and I got me a profit You bought from the wrong kid was subconsciously a cocky double-crosser who's not shit 'Till my confidence offed itself but I'm stubborn and strong I do not need help But I must have been wrong cuz I'm not myself If you wonder what's wrong I'm not gon' tell (I'm not gon' tell) Matthew has his hands behind his back while passion reads him his Mirada Rights And that is why Kaptive is his alias trapped inside his brain it's what he pacifies his haters with Take some basic rappers then I grab them by the tracheas Asinine I cannot even fathom why I'm saying this Maybe it's his insatiable appetite to make some hits But then he just gets mad and then to pass the time creates a diss They claim I'm lashing out I'm simply acting like a baby which Can't explain the reason why this dagger's in my pancreas Before I retracted it amidst laughing then created this Big exaggeration but my fucking brain is scattered call the maintenance (I'm so sorry I thought this would kill me and they'd call the cops) I randomly get sad instead of happy and it fucking sucks I tried to get my mama to relax me but she wasn't up I hate myself I fucking swear I've had it I'm a crummy f*ck If I was really Kaptive then the ransom would be twenty bucks (damn) Listen up I'm finna kill them as an amateur Foes are knocking at the door don't matter I'm strapped for war Hit them with a verse so motherfucking phat it cracked the floor Won't quit rapping even if I'm paid and stacking cash galore Listen up I'm finna kill them as an amateur Foes are knocking at the door don't matter I'm strapped for war Hit them with a verse so motherfucking phat it cracked the floor Won't quit rapping even if I'm paid and stacking cash galore I want to be so rich one day I'll say it doesn't matter anymore it doesn't fucking matter anymore Want to be so rich it doesn't matter anymore it doesn't- it doesn't motherfucking matter anymore I got a killer side to me I gotta tap into that form I fucking got to tap into that form I got a killer side to me I gotta tap into that form I swear I motherfucking gotta tap into that form