If you're caught slipping
Slip in through the crack, the clock is ticking
Your shirt is caught sticking, splitting at the seams
It seems admitting to yourself you're done for is unremitting,
But "Forest!" is the only thought on your mind, committing
to escape, licking your lips, limping your hips are killing you
2, 3, 4, picking at your ribs, kissing your fingers to God,
apologize for sinning, it's
living like an Average Joe you're missing the most,
Getting and giving lavish flows, spitting your boasts,
You know you were the best, where did it go?
Not committing, from pillar to post
Speaking of post I just hit my head off of this pipe fitting,
I kick the ground, hitting and digging a small hole and sit down
Shit's bound to not end well, I boiled down 3 ideas to 2,
Do I hide and listen for sounds at a distance?
Jump out and visit my enemies to teach em a lesson?
Or do I find a position to grab for a bat or,
plaster my blood all over the wall, make em think I died with no answer
Give these catchers something to cry for,
Shatter their dreams of killing me for an appe-
tite, I think I'd rather die and become a Casper
I'm only a ******* son - a disaster
No sister or mother, I'm a mustard platter
No shout out to Morgan Brown - or the true mustard master.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
If you're caught slipping
Slip in through the crack, the clock is ticking
Your shirt is caught sticking, splitting at the seams
It seems admitting to yourself you're done for is unremitting,
But "Forest!" is the only thought on your mind, committing
to escape, licking your lips, limping your hips are killing you
2, 3, 4, picking at your ribs, kissing your fingers to God,
apologize for sinning, it's
living like an Average Joe you're missing the most,
Getting and giving lavish flows, spitting your boasts,
You know you were the best, where did it go?
Not committing, from pillar to post
Speaking of post I just hit my head off of this pipe fitting,
I kick the ground, hitting and digging a small hole and sit down
Shit's bound to not end well, I boiled down 3 ideas to 2,
Do I hide and listen for sounds at a distance?
Jump out and visit my enemies to teach em a lesson?
Or do I find a position to grab for a bat or,
plaster my blood all over the wall, make em think I died with no answer
Give these catchers something to cry for,
Shatter their dreams of killing me for an appe-
tite, I think I'd rather die and become a Casper
I'm only a ******* son - a disaster
No sister or mother, I'm a mustard platter
No shout out to Morgan Brown - or the true mustard master.
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