Just got my diagnose, analytic as hell, i got a story to tell, just hear me yell.
With too many horses in the stable, special forces would fit me well,
but instead i popp’ pills, braindead, no fuckin’ secret agent.

mama said’
mama said’
don’t pop to many pills per day’
not good’
not good’
it could make you sick someday..
Click’ boom one, click’ boom two, don’t fuck with a Sioux!

I would have been a perfect soldier,
but crimes from old times got me expelled.
They didn’t understand i was impelled.
My head keeps spinnin’, but the pill’s aint winning,
doc’s just grinning.
All i got was recipes, fuck agencies,
let’s commit felonies and bury more enemies.

mama said’
mama said’
don’t pop to many pills per day’
not good’
not good’
it could make you sick someday..
Click’ boom three, click’ boom four, i want more..

it made me sick as hell, thinkin bad tought’s
but it ain’t my fault dough, proletarian since childhood,
just bout’ survival. End of yellin’

Bull’s eye!

Mind over muscle, Heart over thought.
Im’ma sociopath poppin pills cuz im to smart.
But it ain’t my fault my brain ain’t a fuckin retard.
And that my friends, is just a start.

big diffrent being smart and holdin knowledge,
people don’t know that.
So fuck em, i won’t stop poppin cuz when i do
(i get to deep to talk too)
and you would never understand me
im the deepest mofu in this alley.

i look like a belgian blue
bitches faintin when i get undressed, naked.
Steroids got me big gains,big brains,snake veins.
I was on testosteron and kept all the remains of the game.

But the game ain’t over yet
the PCT got me fucking depressed
but someday i will be the best
just look at my chest.
Im blessed with perfect genes
wich means i don’t have to eat fuckin beans.

i eat grit, i drink shit
but can’t sleep cuz i get nightmares off the ”babydrugs”
floating in my snake veins.

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