Lyrics weirdcore - JOHNNASCUS , CHRIST DILLINGER , Lil Darkie , SPIDER GANG

I-I-Incremental loss of consciousness around
It′s a [?] cause to all of this around
No hook, no retribution, nothing but the sound
The cup [?] healthily
Rich man, don't behave wealthily
Wealthy man contemplating selling me
But I don′t take the orders that they telling me
That shit don't sit well with me
Stick the tricks flip this like an egg
Put this information in your head
Information nations chucking leas
At each other leave each other dead
I will not just listen I will just keep pissing off
Parents tell their children what we building getting soft
If you madе a million dollars, would you fuck it off
Or would you do something for when you inside thе coffin
Floating like a feather when the weather is cloudy
Whatever, I can spit it better then
Cheddar the nigga said they could [?]
Funny how you fuck up, having sex with the devil
(Next song) yuh
I don't feel my brain, I think my mind is shutting off
Artists on the internet, they play pretend
Settling for lust, but do you really know the cost?
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never end
Stuck inside the weaker image, stuck inside the, stuck inside the
My eyes due to believe what I see
My eyes see everything as a dream
My eyes sees over all disbelief
I can see the details study grey
Hey, hey
If that shit annoy what I see
Hope a [?] walking through the trees
Walking aimlessly
Maybe it′s [?], that′s what my ego thinks
I am not important to the ghost
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Stuck inside the weaker image, this will never be
Caffiene overdose, losing soul
I am never full
I'm a [?] to society
Human rounds, specialise
Leaving killers immortalise
Stupidity and ignorance to set them bys
Wash your eyes
How would you feel if you rolled in the holes
Where the windows is broken
They can′t roll up the clothes
I rode down those roads where car windows is broken and [?]
Watch a [?]I smoke up a [?] they knows
Niggas with flows
Hoping to open some doors
But niggas sold some clothes
Cop some clothes, I'll leave you cold on the floor
Breaking these niggas, breaking these holes
Cold in a closet, I′m giving life like a juggler
I'm laughing [?]
Pen and pad in one hand
The other a light broom
Kill as many lives, do as many rhymes
[?] the sign of the times
Look into my eyes and realise the blessing
The art dies as the [?] dies