Lyrics Psychosomatic (feat. Taylor Clarke-Hill) - Ezekiel's Gift

Walking talking it's psychosomatic
The rabbit in your hat man I stabbed it
Your jacket and your snack pack I nabbed it
Acting out of course so you might have thought
That I took fat a crack hit
But if you know me then you know I love to spit bars
On a tip about jack shit
Fuck a pack of six
I always pre rack one fat spliff
But I can't really see where I stashed it
(Tell me where that shit is right now)
I'm holding back
But truth is I'm mad in my mind, I've had it
Too many times I've been super nice
So if there's only one slice left of the pie
Then I'm grabbing it
Yamming it down like a fat bitch I'm enthusiastic
Fuck a spoon or a fork I don't wait I just slam my face into that shit
Lick clean my plate, can they see that I'm baked?
Ahh damn who knows fuckit
Let me just make songs like the ruckus and hit the bong cos I love it
Teacher told me it's so wrong I like looking at her butt quick
She said i'd get detention if mentioned that I wanna touch it
I never made it through class
And I was basically last in every race from the in the past
So I wiped all the cafeteria plates with my ass
Ah man, rah, I went too far
All my relatives were thinking I'm calm
But now they hear this and insist there's a blinking alarm
So they try track me down like Sadaam
But I got the drop man I'm gone way off the radar
Far from where I used to blaze hard
Made a couple new friends at the graveyard
I stitched on a dudes face and now i use his namecard

Look, of course when I rap I'm awkward infact your slack
Thinking I lack the form of attack to be forceful
I'm actually resourceful
I'll take a whole stack full of porn to your girls front lawn
Whack one off then ring the doorbell (on ze porch?)
I was taught well
What the fuck happened
Pretty sure it was way before I started rapping
Even before shady went platinum when I was little as a baby
I was planning the rapture that you see happening (Ezekiel?!)
Here's the truth
Life is what it is don't get left in the mist
You'll get fed to the pigs 'cos they're hungry
You can roll the dice like Jamunji
Skip my turn but still Van Pelt's trying to hunt me (who are you?!)
I'm losing track of who's behind the mic
Is it me? Is it you? Or is my mind
Telling me the things I'll never find
Are me myself and I? Fuckit man I tried but this whole fucking
Life man its kinda running dry fam so just wake me when I die
'Cos I've had enough of us all debating our demise
Can't we all just get along and sing Coombaayaa
Round the campfire blud it aint hard alie?!
Go work your 9 to 5
Make sure it's worth it
'Cos you might wake up feeling psychosomatic
You say that you've had it
But did you ever really try breaking the habit?