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serotonin storm - puke king lyrics

m-ssively; i’m m-ssive. you can ask her when she’s wrapped in sheets
i cripple when i’m civil, made her ripple when i splashed her sea/’c’
uh, and i mastered speech so having speak ain’t rad to me
i’d rather have the rep’ of a man who ain’t tapped that beat
uh — don’t laugh at me unwrapping, rapid; rabbit’s feet
unlucky honey bunny. aggressive? i’m that p-ssively
uh, i’m that b-st-rd c-u-n and you ain’t having tea/’t’
like we ain’t ever met then, and i was never caffeine fiend
so — fill capacity with snapbacks and casual tees
cause casualties while rapping, i do that for a laugh or three
or six; triple digit. giggling when my friends are wrapping leaves
acquire height so high it’s like we don’t know gravity
i’m sick — and tired of talking to the point that having dreams
is what i do awake so i find it hard to have a sleep
my grip is slipping rapidly. i’d give my nipple happily
— tripping had me spitting like i lack the heart for apathy

my apostles know my nostrils the size of nostradamus’
i can smell demise from miles, like the insides of a sandwich;
jamming, like a monthly; funny. how my trap was laughing
when this bunny said she loved me and it snapped the clasp that latched it
manic with the spanish spitting crimson when my lip’s split
same difference when i’m in it and i call my stance indifferent
— sick pr-ck with no conscience, talk nonsense when they listen
so they never know my planning or intentions that i’ve hidden
i’m a symbol, like that prince is. dark as ozzy k!lling batman
watching looper feeling stupid like that clumsy, clumsy gatman
i’m still myself, i’d k!ll myself to live in h-ll for spitting well
my flow is overloading like the bridge is filled with sickle-cell
— just as well cos tipping scales had left my thumb print
telling on the felons making meth while munching luncheon
my function is the formula, i’m forming like transformers
cos my verbiage is perfection like my uncle’s name; i storm in

dancing f-cked up like you bumped your cerebellum
overdose on serotonin when you’re zoning on an element
the elephant became the smoke, the joke is you can’t smell it since
metaphors create the songs, so you ain’t gotta tell him
— ripped the sun for f-cking up and st-tched him up. i listened once
cos it’s enough to have enough but want it all
i’m — feeling sick but never chunder, only plunder when i’m under
every f-cking cloud that i’ve ever saw
then — the reign became the b-tt of every joke i ever spoke
when fame became a crutch that i used to fill the pause
you — met me at a time when what i asked was where’s my mind
and all i ever asked for f-cking gauze

- puke king lyrics

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