Miscreant

Reactionary idiot
Honorary miscrient
My cup's already half empty but I'm still tippin' it
I'm not a kid again, new son of Gideon
The window's open but I'll never let the city in
Matter fact, I'll never let the city win
Lying to the police high as buildings with a shitty grin
Never quitting ever much to his and his and his shigrin
Really, I just wish that y'all would sing again
Instead of rapping ignorant
Everybody wanna be a rapper, man
Don't know if they'll ever meet the happenstance
Ask them if they have a plan
I guarantee the shit they tell you
Something that they pulled out of their ass because they haven't planned
But, me, I'm really doing this
Pack the boof loose and get stupid while we shoot the shit
Not a rapper, I prefer to call myself a euphemist
Get it all back the second I think I'm losing it, who is this?
Get to moving it, you stupid bitch
Lest accept the truth is this
Gardenback the hardest rap since Ludacris
Send the verse, I'll crumple it up and chew and spit
A lot of y'all never even prove your shit

Well, it's the hog-tier, chronic cop lier
Stumble blind with a hot pipe as the Pied Piper
Looking for my lighter, swear it was right beside her
Shit, I'm the professional time bider
I swore that I knew her, seen her in my best dreams
I missed the opportunity and found out what regret means
Sometimes it's like my nightmares will try to test me
Careful with that bullshit talk, you're not gonna find me friendly
Now it's 7:34 in the night
I got my 40, I'm reporting that it's sorta alright
I'd rather be pouring for no more than assuring of mind
But the war behind my cornea is more of the drive
Maybe abhorrent and trite, but it's not yours and it's mine
Go hold your life in all this high regard and you're still gonna die
And this ain't a comedy song, but that's the funniest line
Guess I don't fuck with this life