Dense Hall lyrics

[Intro]
I don't know why you n*ggas just constantly tryna p*ss me off
It's not funny, it's not cool (Uh)
You know what? f*ck it, I'ma just go ahead
Rough style, lyrical b*tch
Let's go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1]
I'm surrounded by ignorance, f*ckin' practicing diligence
Im too deep in the vigilance, just another city sin
Society's over your deity, trying me, I ain't buyin' it, please
Just try to keep your eyes off of me, ease
I'm too knowledgable to be acknowledgeable
Vocabulary searchin' just to make a rhyme hella hurt
Shove my face in the dirt, I'm sure that sh*t will just work
pus*y b*tch ass n*gga ain't gon' do sh*t when he burp
Why we gotta be n*ggas instead of the young black figurеs
Solving any problems without using triggers?
That's real lifе sh*t, f*ck all of this, I'm not even an activist
Go to hell

[Verse 2]
First things first, my name is Mac because I was mad as f*ck
Middle school's so f*cking horrible, I thought about shooting it up
Yes, I thought about shooting it up
C'mon, now, who doesn't?
Bunch of adolescents tryna f*ck me up in the dozen
People think I wanna do crack, some other serious sh*t
Because I couldn't buy a pack or take a goddamn hit
Some of the girls befriended me, but now I know that's just a f*ckin' lie
Back then, I didn't know what else to say, too f*cking high and buyed it
I hung with n*ggas, and some other f*ckers that will bash me
Just a skinny little f*cker that didn't know how to face reality
And it hurts to this day, I was never cool and I stopped trying to
That's why I hate being with people because everybody's a c*nt
Now I'm making beats and rappin', busy making this mixtape with some time and passion
My call for action
f*ck normality, it's just an evil distraction
I'll go listen to some Versace and some brain-washing faggots
[Chorus]
Welcome to dense hall, f*ck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making the healings
Busy dealing with bullsh*t around every other corner
Calling quits and often suffered a loner, f*ck you
Welcome to dense hall, f*ck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making the healings
Busy dealing with bullsh*t around every other corner
Calling quits and often suffered a loner, f*ck you

[Verse 3]
So you think that you're the sh*t because you have been riding di*ks? (Must be)
Possibly the case, since you believe I don't have sh*t
You're just a spoiled little b*tch, aren't you?
Yes you are, and I can tell because you're insecure, what a freeloader!
P-p-p—poison your food and water, and watch how I start to slaughter
Your food for thought don't even bother, go die in the land of warfare
And offer your skinny sloth lookin' ass in a f*ckin' coffin
Bury till you can drop in the f*ckin' spot with nothing
Disrespect to the evil who never knew the kid (Kid)
This sh*t is torture, your brain is sane, how mine is
Soda with the fizz--fizz, drink it then I p*ss—p*ss
Top off the tomb that's marked "Here Lies Humanity", b*tch
I swear I'm with being f*ckin' totalitarian
Make a joke about me and Holocaust all over again
Like Hitler but he's black, we're all under attack
Society's just a fuel, making your habitat
[Chorus]
Welcome to dense hall, f*ck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making the healings
Busy dealing with bullsh*t around every other corner
Calling quits and often suffered a loner, f*ck you
Welcome to dense hall, f*ck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making the healings
Busy dealing with bullsh*t around every other corner
Calling quits and often suffered a loner, f*ck you