Resin

I never gave a fuck about the rules
 Twenty-four: started running, knocking dust up out my shoes
 I could fuck around and lose every single thing I've worked for
 About to start my first tour; quit my job but worked more
 And I don't even know which way to motherfucking work towards
 I serve two masters, these words could pool bladders
 I'm worthless, who matters? Not me, y'all see
 I could work my whole life but still miss your top 3, uh
 Mister-Mister GO, still hit your indigo
 Living on the edge, I kind of hope the wind isn't slow
 Shout my e-Bae, and shout my brother TJ
 Third-eye strong, kind of feeling like I'm Hiei
 Talking bout these days, or fuck this generation
 While you fuckers get complacent; feeling stuck and end up hating
 Every fucking thing you can, why you trying to seem cool?
 Stop making fun of everything and try to be you
 That's advice from me to you, believe it's true
 It might shock you that I love you, you can call me Pikachu
 Being you is hard to do, I should make it well known
 That I'm no stranger to the concept of hate and self-loathing
 I used to look in the mirror and feel disgusted
 But now it's kind of like fuck it
 I used to look in the mirror, get disgusted
 But now I'm feeling like fuck it
 Never been one for the speaking, speaking, speaking
 Anxiety on my mental is fire to fuel my pencil
 I'm dying. It's true, I feel the shit, my penmanship is still sloppy
 Pop a couple pills probably, sleep on me? It's Bill Cosby
 Fuck 'em if they're snoozing with a hard dick
 Bitch I've been so hungry, feel my tooth? It's splitting cartilage
 Oldschool as GameBoy computer chips and cartridge
 I'm staring in the mirror saying, "You the shit, so start shit"
 You talk shit, you get dealt with
 I'm coming for the gold, and I ain't trying to fucking smelt shit
 You say you cooking work up in the kitchen, I ain't smelled shit
 But hell, I'm just spitting, I ain't fucking dealt shit
 I'm dealing with some problems you ain't never dealt with
 Staying lowkey using clever stealth tricks
 Y'all singing like canaries, well you better belt bitch
 Careful when you're hot, all that cheddar melt quick, uh
 Keep your guns up, boy
 Cause shit is fucked up, boy
 Keep your guns up, boy
 Keep your guns up, guns up
 Keep your guns up, boy
 Cause shit is fucked up, boy
 (It's a cold world out there, maybe I'm beginning to feel a bit frosty myself)
 P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
 P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
 P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
 P.L.O. style
 (Life is mean, and Death is the median)
 Yo, it's your boy DJ Hentai Daddy bringing you another classic
 The whodie Bill is going way too hard on em, but shit
 You need to pay your Wi-Fi bill and shit, stop going to the mofuckin' Starbucks
 Lookin' like a basic ass white girl trying to soak up broadband up and shit
 Let's get this mofuckin' bread, the Resin Tape, Volume 1, let's go
 I've been wanting to leave for quite a long while
 The only reason I've stayed around all these years is because I didn't have a...
 A big finish for my act
 Come to think of it, I never really had a beginning, either
 But, uh, this is the last show for ... perhaps ever, I don't know
 Some people I know expect a tearful farewell
 And I'm going to disappoint you tonight