I’m bout to erupt. Sorry to interrupt, But I’m about to jump from this edge. I’ve been down down but way up high, And I’m really stuck. Living in disgust. All I got is distrust and not one give-to-fuck. I don’t give no fucks. Bust, Low Jump. Clear the goddam road. There’s about to be clumps of me, chunks of dome, From the yellow line to the fucking Curb, Or deep in your throat. I’m a joke. Sick with the flow. But bitch for real take that shit slow. Gotta heavy load, like a heavy life, I’m on deaths row. I’m feeding them babies, I’m sacrificing them but baby take me. I’m really crazy manically mechanically lyrically Sick. Praise me or hate me either way go go go. Snap back, yeah I’m blacked out. Engine running, I’m onto something. I traded in the best, For a big back hoe. She now a ghost, I chase her with lean, Baby come home. yeah come back home. I’m a fucking maniac. I’m really crazy I’m really that. You want to test you’re limits, Come and roll with Matt. Ecstasy, lean and weed, Come to me, I’ll push it deep with speed, with dope beats, I’m high with this, I’m onto them. I chase it like I live it. I wouldn’t tell you anything if I didn’t. Maybe I should just take a ride, Ride the high, Fly by in a drive by, Of many nights at one time. Two big hoes, To fucking o’s Get the smoke, I never choke, Not saying they won’t. Yeah I never choke. don’t go, don’t go go go go. Snap back, yeah I’m blacked out. Engine running, I’m onto something. I traded in the best, For a big back hoe. She now a ghost, I chase her with lean, Baby come home. yeah come back home. They watch my eyes, monitor life, Critics to my mind they doubt my lines. I waste my time. Question if I actually wrote, your the joke, Cause what you can’t admit. I know you won’t. I’m crazy manic in my lines, While you watch in standby on the sidelines. Giving me the side eye. Yeah, they watching the sidelines, checking my vitals, I’m breaking the cycle, I'm sitting here idled. They wanted a ghost, but I’m back with a title, A manic survival, no hand on the Bible. running reds light, ignoring the grasp. They are asking for peace, but I’m coming to crash cash, lord. Snap back, Snap Chat, Snap Matt. Gaylord. I’m cunning for you. Two gears in the engine, I’m mashing the pedal, I live in the shadows, I dance with the devil. You talking that shit but you stuck in a freeze, I’m dodging the trap while I’m doing high speeds. They wanted me down not on the concrete, bleeding, Now look at the monster that everyone’s feeding. I gave 'em the truth and they call it a crime, I’m losing my mind, but I’m right on the time. No safety net left when you jump from the peak, So back up the road, let the maniac speak.
