[Intro: AYEKAY]
Do this, do that, do this, do that
[Verse 1: AYEKAY]
Telling me, telling me, voices telling me telling me
What the fuck? these voices killing, me killing me
They echo into my brain, feeling froggy like a gecko
No Geico, while I go, psycho asylum, Michael
Myers, why I admire the wrong do-ers and dastardly villains?
I see the darkness crawling from my shadow to the ceiling
My feeling spilling exuding right out of my flesh
Turning cold, cold, like the coldest touch of death
Rest my head on a wreath of thorns to get closer to God
Ask him if that's him talking to me, like GOD
Damnit, where your manners? Get out my head
Planning to fucking slam it, instead
Bang my head against the walls just to feel right
Take another shot of liquor just to feel nothing
Hi, my name is AYEKAY, shit, or was it?
That don't make me weird, right? Or does it?
Knocking off my rocker like a lil' chief rocker
Put the maraca in the socka, I have her screamin choppa
You be fucking bitches looking like Chewbacca
You not as loco as me you should take that up with yo mama
Cause I chop ya like sukiyaki, Mr. Miyagi type
With a wakizashi knife, enough drugs in me to take yo life
And I might find the knife going right into yo head
When I'm arrest, I got no alibi but don't matter you dead, (ha ha ha)
You might be crazier for the things that you said
Boogieman come in them sheets turn them mothafuckers red
Other suckers running they mouth like treadmill, going no places
My general consensus of them is knock em out of stasis
My flow is racist, keep doing the color that outer space is
My mind is blacking out like ink I think I'm going crazy
Like my own slim shady, just a little more wide eyed
Raw like sirloin, don't come at me with five guys, ha
[Bridge: AYEKAY]
Telling me, telling me, voices telling me, telling me (x2)
[Verse 2: AYEKAY]
Acid tablets, weed, xanex, be running through me
Panic attacks, having that, when I not be shrooming
Cause when I'm out of my mind is when i'm feeling most at home
I love to blow O's with dro but shit, that's mostly known
But I spill a lil' liquor and mix it with something sicker
Stir it up n fix ya - self some of this here elixir
Piss up and hiccup something that ya never ever seen
Anywhere else but a fucking horror movie scene
Mind deteriorating, ain't no use in saving
I need it now man, you know how long I been waiting?
'Bout 5 minutes man, I NEED MY SHIT, or I'mma flip
You see this in my hand? That's a loaded clip
Load it in the gat, if you don't hand over that sack
Put it to yo back, have you kicking back with Mary Mag
Give a fuck if they crucify me cause what they is to me?
A bunch of walking tar jhey's? Carpe Diem is what I see
Feel like I been here before cause that same feeling be
Tingling through my flesh like a fucking I-V
Cause I be, ibu - prophen proficient
Prophet of the percocet, hitting bongs with perks and shit
Recollect on murderous intentions then I get the herbal lit
Calm me down, the demon getting back to turtling
Back in it's shell, hell fire doesn't compare to him
Allow him to lose his composure even at the slightest whim
Fighting him is a task of inner cortex warfare
And judging by the name I don't think you wanna go there
Woah there, wolfs lair, better yet the lions den
Leviathan dropping lids of caskets that you be lying in
Rhyming when lying men continue with on with shenanigans
While I'm just kicking back, macking hoes like Zapp Brannigan
You panicking, cramping, then you type stuck like a mannequin
You quick to get diced up, but we ain't talking 'bout no gambling
Rambling on like old folk reminiscing on the golden times
Why these got a pot to piss in rappers claim they spoken rhymes
Cause they choke and die if we ever meet in a recording booth
Pyromantic antics while I'm standing there recording you
Scream and suffer, let me know if you had enough of
This nun chukka, gutter spitting, crazy mothafucka
