Текст песни Crowbar Music - Otitis

This ain't gangsta rap, this psycho Michael Myers style strangle rap
Ain't wavin' bangers, rather snap yo neck and hang yo ankles (Yeah)
Or crack yo skull and hang your hat to view above my mantle, that's
A crowbar to the brain you catch, now you speak my lang-u-age

I'm overworked and underpaid
I deal with thirst and hunger pangs
I been cursed a hundred ways
Life is terse, the sun's away

I used to dream 'bout bein' somethin' big as a kid
Bein' president, some pleasant shit, now look what I done did

(This that)
Mama callin' me, hopin' that her boy'll chill his life
(This that)
I don't care about no one who gon' hate or villify
(This that)
Scarface gettin' shot a hundred times and still alive
(This that)
No emotion, I don't hold a bit of will to cry
(I'm doin')

Alcohol and weed to keep my mind at ease, I'm sufferin'
Cuz I'm stuck, I'm down on luck, and that mean I'd get into somethin'
(This is)
All my anger mixed with nihilistic tendencies
My sanity is dead to me, humanity's my enemy, I'm holdin'

(Crowbar) Got that power weapon, now you get who be my
(Co-star) Fuck a coward's presence, if you step to me then
(Go hard) Ain't a louder message, if you testin' let the
(Show start) You could get this (Crowbar)

Maybe one day I'll be married with a wife, a dog, and kids
Make some happy music, sappy shit envelop who I'm is (Nah)
All I know is now, this food ain't stickin' to my ribs
Go to sleep hungry as fuck, like I ain't sittin' through this shit

Scared of no man, givin' no damn bout a fuckin' God or death
If you kill me, I'd sincerely thank you, give my heart a rest
Maybe then they'd see OT, you can give me the martyr test
Spirit be like "What the fuck, maybe I should've started dead"

That crowbar represent the power runnin' through my veins
When your life is going sour, how're you supposed to change?
My adrenaline fuel penmanship, I'ma hemorrhage it till I'm drained
All my sentiments to my tenaments, who stay gettin' it, I feel that pain

Bitch, I'm like Blonde with that straight razor
Charged up like I'll play later
Tyson arm with that haymaker
Harmed all of my naysayers

All up on the pulpit spittin' bullshit, get the fuck down
I ain't one to fool with, got the tool with me, so duck down, that

Aye, I been tryna stay away, and keep on workin' on this music
But I'm waitin' on the day, on the day I'm finna lose it
I been tryna stay away, and keep on workin' on this music
Stay the fuck up out my way, cuz someday I'm finna lose it

Move
Get the fuck from round me