…nah. pfft. not again. Room tight, doom night, nose fight, no break Air thick, hair stiff, I’m sick, for heaven’s sake Pfft-pop, hiss-hit, gut lit, what is this One whiff, brain flips, face twists, I can’t resist Hold breath, chest stress, head pressed, eyes wet I’m not mad, just sad, like “why me?” regret Stank rank, tanked lungs, tongue numb, mood crushed No joke, no hope, just “bro…” hush-hush Whoosh-wave, heat haze, it stays, it clings Like gum on my brain with the worst little wings I’m pacing, bracing, fanning, planning But the smell’s expanding, landing, demanding I’m fast with the bars, but the air’s faster It’s a silent disaster in a small disaster Don’t breathe in, don’t speak up If I open my mouth, I’m gonna throw up Pfft-pfft, too strong, can’t hang, gotta run Stank so rank, makes a grown man stun Hiss-hiss, bad air, dead stare, no fun I need new air now, yeah, I need new air, son Pfft-pfft, too real, nose seal, I’m done Kick hits heavy but the stink hits one I tried mint, tried spray, tried “play it cool” Still got hit with that pit like a dirty rule Brrp-brrp, blurp-blarp, I’m hurt, I’m shook My face doing math like a villain in a book Step back, clap fan, black bag, trash plan Window? no-go, it’s cold, I’m trapped man Air’s stale, tale fails, inhale? jail Every breath is a test and I’m guaranteed to fail It’s not “haha”, it’s “ha… help…” I’m fighting for my life with a weak little yelp I’m built for the beat, for the kick, for the bass Not built for the funk that punches my face So I rap it out, snap it out, laugh it out But the stink stays synced, it won’t tap out Pfft-pfft, too strong, can’t hang, gotta run Stank so rank, makes a grown man stun Hiss-hiss, bad air, dead stare, no fun I need new air now, yeah, I need new air, son Pfft-pfft, too real, nose seal, I’m done Kick hits heavy but the stink hits one Red leather, yellow leather, red leather, yellow leather, Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat, don’t fail, do better, Unique New York, Unique New York, you knew? you’re shook, She sells seashells by the seashore, seashells in my book, How can a clam cram in a clean cream can? damn, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, program, Betty Botter bought some butter, but the butter’s bitter, So she bought a better butter, now the bars hit quicker. Pfft-pfft, too strong, can’t hang, gotta run Stank so rank, makes a grown man stun Hiss-hiss, bad air, dead stare, no fun I need new air now, yeah, I need new air, son Pfft-pfft, too real, nose seal, I’m done Kick hits heavy but the stink hits one Door open… fresh air… I’m free.
