Текст песни Evil Seed - Lynical, Matster & KB

Sometimes I think back
Why did I grow hair so thick black?
It must be the exact
Representation of my dipped anger
I wasn't really this bad
Feels like I was ripened to be mad
Now I'm down to holdin' my nutsack
I handle my balls you cunt fags
They call me the crazy kid ain't shady to even begin with
I lived under the shadow ain't a perfect copy
But I know the difference
But it's not why I'm pissed off, you reaped the seeds
I've become the physical outcome
Of a mentally distorted dipshit
Outta my fingertips!
I've pointed the way to know where I be headin' to finish
Coz lately my fuckin encounters been gettin' so down-some
Tellin' my ass my wishes
Need to be granted
I stood up my chance to act and build passion with anger
My reason for the rap shit?
A lotta you bitches think that I'm a fuckin' disaster
Back when I did not have any spinal to act
Bigger kids pick on me like a rotten carrot in a vegetable patch
Reinstated my dignity for a slot with the cool kids and
Bitch I ain't gonna lie, I fuckin' adapted
I had a choosing to stand the fuck up on my platform
Blaze a trail but you see these kids, huh?
They think I'm too whacky (Oh)
They know none what they lackin'
If I were to tell 'em, they'd jump and attack me
They'd discriminate to a bitter rate
And they entitle me a trash to hate
Until my facade is fit to berate
They ain't gonna care what I think or I say
As long as I agree to 'em (Yeah)
Yo! I act like a fuckin' slave
And that's when I swallowed a lax' I learned to relax
And not giving a shit that I have
Been livin' so bad and heard what these fags
Keep sayin' that I earn what I don't really have
Well lemme serve ya'll
A motherfuckin' silver platter
Dressed in a manner where it offends your asses
With whatever the weather I'm rainin' on
You piss-ant bastards when I'm fistin' the action
Beatin' southpaw style boxin' it like mafuckin' Pacquiao
Though I never prance around
I never wasted an opportunity to be a master of
Lyricism or musicality
But just don't get so mad at me
Because you made my personality
You reap the evil seed (Oh shit) who turned out to be
So mad, insane and twisted who likes to be bane and wicked
You thought monsters under bed frames are all fucking fiction
But in truth they give me the clearest of wisdom
And feed me a mere of a vision
I ain't givin' in when I'm dissin'
You pussies 'bout to get wet when I'm spittin', listen

Ya'll motherfuckers thinkin' you got the best of me
Shit, ya'll think the reason to punk and bully
Is to give you the higher position to push around
Well now that I've realized, you bitches look weaker
And no shit ya'll ass fuckin' weak
If you thinkin' you can come up to me

Never felt so much alive
I breathed so good don't know why
Guess I was bread to rise,
I've gain so much like carbohydrates
Grew up always mortified
And asked my life "Lord if I
Was a subject of a crime
Then there's a reason why"
I am an fucking evil being
Using words to speak my feelings
If you can't understand why I'm exploding, you ain't really seen
The motherfucking realest reason of my saddening upbringing
Guess you've only seen my crown
Like the skin of my teeth

Never got the realest idea how unstable I could be
I was like diarrhea giving shit to people who really feel like
I'm a measly being
But could be part of a diversity
I've immersely been cursing fiends
And enchant 'em to my needs
And that's when I proved my abrasive side
Like wiping my ass with sandpaper
Shed some tears, broke my layers
Grown out my shell, it's long awaited
But to be cautious
I'm not afraid to be lawless
You've abused somethin' so honest
And took advantage of that logic (Wooh!)

And that's when I started to manifest a little darkness
Over the goddamn course of my life
To take the betterment of experience, to be fearless and rear-less
Avoid backstab in a fight
Well it wasn't really a last minute redemption
It was more like a collection of a learning to the flight
And to sharpen my knives
Call it roulette coz I'm about to lose it within 4 outta 5
I am more than alive
To be a ticking bomb hickory dickory
Dickin' it similar to a synergy of a visionary
Dreamin' to administer sinister misery like a killing spree
With a Guillotine like
Fucking 19th century, you feelin' me?
I am mighty made monstrous, you feelin' me?
I'm likely to bomb shit you feelin' me?
I won't be so cautious next time you feelin' me?

Fuck
Wait that was it? Shit
Had a lot to say man
But fuck it, fuck it, you know
Fuck it