Straight Face lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man I'm a motherf*ckin' alcoholic
Swervin' left and right when I drive
A ragin' drug addict, fiendin', jaundice, both of my eyes
I came home with 20 grams, but woke up to a .5
Like Brandon's barely alive, and man I think he just died
I took tablets of cyanide for a silent night like the Sabbath
Woke up in a pool of vomit, then quickly vacate the premises
Stumbled down the steps while I'm not coherent and non-compliant
Slapped the sh*t out of a silly b*tch while preaching non violence
Grab her purse and car keys, take her phone, put my number in it
Told her call me on her day off and then I skate off
"What do you do for a living?"
Tryna OD is my day job
I went to college but they kicked me out for simple stupid sh*t
Like stabbing my professors and slipping b*tches some Rufilin
Voices inside my head is where this f*cking evil's rooted in
One man that does the job of twenty, hooligans and mexicans
Like f*ck it, mask on
Lucha Libre that's if we wrestling
Then f*ck it, mask off
Yeah, this danger is a prerequisite
I'll let this settle in like sediment, sunk to the bottom man
I do the dirty work and rebound like Dennis Rodman man
While y'all recoup and regroup from taking "L's" like Mrs. Rodham
My best friend's a Klonopin
Kinda kind but I'm kinda sick
Connoisseur of the contraband, constantly crying for a fix
First I'll start with a gram or two but one turns into 36, then 36 turns into 72, you get the picture boo
This my distasteful brew, disturbing news like fagots sending nudes
Am I offending you?
This feces flow is fluid, I'm the sh*t
Facetious bars you spit, I'm not convinced, I don't believe you b*tch
I'm just a nihilist, force feeding you Niacin to heat your sh*t up 'cause it's lukewarm
I use your mixtape as a coaster to sit my drink on
I'm using you as an example of what I could never be on
I use your b*tches face as a place I can sit my di*k on
f*cked her then I sent her to the store to get some Backwoods
A pack an hour later, Strawberry Fantas and Frito Lays
She dip, I'm running through her sh*t
I'm out before she noticed it
The Pope and Anti-Christ mixed
I'm one hell of a contradiction
Sending salutations from somewhere private, experimenting
Prehistoric evolution, T-Rex to a salamander
Meaning rappers used to be monsters but now they basement dwelling, brand selling, peddling, boiling
Made products, like it's Pelle Pelle
Check the tag, if I don't see no logo n*gga I'ma blast
Fire on that ass, go 'head with that trash
Smokin' that sufferin' succotash
While I’m gone off designer gas, damn