Really Trash Hook Songtext
von Cal Scruby

Y′all some fuckin' weirdos
Not like good weird either, just weirdos


Mission impossible, mission accomplished
Did it by myself, no accomplice
Except for all the voices in my conscience
Pay me no mind with all that nonsense
Feeding me lies, making me nauseous
This is not a conference, it′s an intervention
See all my friends are here
But I forgot to mention it's wrong dimension
One offense and you'll get sentenced to a long detention
On the fence between reality and mild dementia
See I′m a superhero, I got many henchmen
My thoughts are deeper than a bum
Reaching in pockets when he penny-pinching
You all sheep, I herd you in an instant
I′m balls-deep inside your brain, shoving every inch in
So tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
I'm a little bigger given that I used a pill
Usually, I take the red instead of blue to chill
Yo what happened to the captain?
Told the devil "take the wheel"
I′m giving God up, closing the mosque up
Picking religion's a toss up, they all suck
So hard they jaw stuck, I got em awe struck
Check the ball up, even Jesus get crossed up

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Tell me why I should waste my time on a second verse
Dripping ink, thinking bout the kink in my neck, it hurts
Stretching my vocabulary, stressing double-checking words
I already tried that, it didn′t work, lesson learned
I think I'ma die before I′m 35
Hopping out of doors, prolly suicide, watch em bury you alive
Label artists stealing my shit, maybe I'll sue or sign
Otherwise, life is prom night, all we do is grind
Black under my eyes, no violence
Get some water round my neck, get some head on a island
Told my momma I've been shooting for the moon and the stars, no lying
I see your belt designer
I′m thinking bigger tryna find Orion′s
See I'm a Big Dipper, drippin′ in sauce
Jump backwards a half verse and Krissin' the Kross
Wishing I could spend 6 figures just at the mall
If I did, my mom would give a swift kick in the balls (yeah)
You don′t do what I do for a living
I know more about me than you do and that's a given
I see all the stats and analytics
This is not the kinda shit that′s running up the digits
Why you acting like you know what's best for me huh?
Rap don't have ingredients and you don′t got the recipe
They in over they heads intellectually
Interaction on the internet will be the death of me
So fuck em

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And everybody singing that shit
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