Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
Verse 2
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
Verse 3
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's
a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you
simply don't care if it's an
frickin' air conditionin'
And you can't see the bitch's
hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up,
blarin' the system in your Chevrolet Prizm
Picture someone who revels
in straight masochism
And imagine him givin' an
adjective an ass- whoopin'
So bad they should put his ass in prison
he did something to me personally
Used to get bullied,
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit,
still can't tell 'em a- part
Came straight out the trailer park
Screamin', "I'm proud to shop at K-
pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights
with the same broad
over the same cart
I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw
this basket first?
You're ass backwards like
motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Mind's like a pile of clay
a villain with a cape?
of the Empire State
Slipped, fell straight down to the ground,
splattered all over the entire state
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match
and I gave him the gas face
to do with a scale
but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey,
I'm insane
I'm sellin' hatred, buffet style,
all the shit you can eat
$11.99, so come on and pile a plate
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while
I'm shittin' on competition
I'm gettin'
Verse 4
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
Verse 5
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
Verse 6
always got my back
I done said so much fucked up shit,
I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by accident
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes
and a nickel in this shit
I'm comin' to get that quarter back
my autograph
'Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's
the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for that
a rocket launcher fight
Make you wish the ambulance that
took me to the hospital
have caught a flat
stomach acid
my suggestion's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm runnin'
away with the game
It's 'cause I am,
and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways
'til your neck aches
You ain't fly, you're an airhead
And I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round hole,
in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to
Other words, don't try to put
I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs,
I need my cane
Someone help me, I think my face is meltin'
This G- I- A- N- T hole in my empty head
If you read my mind, you can see my pain
playin' with G.I. Joes
holes, now peep my game
(echo)
(Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle,
spriralin', here I go
I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull
where your eye goes
cycle and ride it like a motorbike
I'm finna blow the mic
the whole night, so
Strike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitro
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
hockey sticks I go
Verse 7
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
Verse 8
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
Verse 9
Oh, please be empty, please be empty,
please be empty
Oh, thank you, God
Ah
Shit
Fuck
What the fuck?
Is that a girl?
Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock
in mouth and get my balls blew out
And get gay into the AM
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show,
let myself show
I wonder who that voice is
Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it
Life's too short to not
stroke your bone
Fucking serious?
So everybody, everybody
Circle jerk, touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
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