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Self Diagnosis

Let me give you my Self Diagnosis, Well, I am dopeness
As I wrote this, I could smell my opponents
Sly aromas, held by a nose sniff
Even when I’m hell tired you can tell I am focused
I just wanna sell my emotions on a beat but leak myself via Trojans
Broke as a self-hired coach is
With a flow so explosive, it could melt fire hoses
Ball breakers, yes you’re all fakers
Only thing worse than chairs & crawl spaces
Is going to a venue you got your show with
I’m claustrophobic, scared of small places
If anyone stares it all changes
Psyche Ward cunt, prepare to brawl, haters
Yeah I brawl naked, I don’t care if it’s fair
& I’m very aware it’s all ages
Fame grower, blazing flame blower
We ain’t the same bro it’s a shame your lane’s slower
You’re aiming way lower, I’ve changed the game yo
I’m the strange insane flower, amazing brain blower
I ain’t Noah, but brah I’ve been flooded
Rep getting bigger than Cardi B’s butt in some dardy jeans
Strutting to R & B covers, but more fucked than Charlie Sheen’s blood is
Fuck it, imma threat it might seem
Even though, I’m just repping my scene
Rappers getting mad cause their fans recognise me
I could use my YouTube as my second I. D
Yeah you better get some better Nikes if you ever try step in my league, I see
These other guys getting all the hype, please
They gotta sound good when I let em bite me
I’ve been
Legendary since Mum had to go get ten caesareans just to get me out
Then to swear me in, made the doctor go vegetarian
Said we’re scaring him, can’t blame ya doc
As soon as it’s past eight o’clock I start shaking lots
My last neighbour knocked & my brain stalled
But it takes balls when you castrate a cock, what?
I didn’t wanna see dudes die & I didn’t wanna seem too high
Or get a fucking DUI but I’m guessing we don’t always get what we want
Especially when it’s me who drives
So look deep in my sweet blue eyes & you’ll see that Complete’s too wise
If you’re keen for a beef dude fine, I’ll defeat you
Even give you a re-do twice cause at least you tried
You can get a Z+ for effort & get fucked, neck cut, beheaded
You best just forget it, your rep sucks, less tough than feathers
So rest up, next cunt who steps up can get it, deaded
All this fucking net stuff’s pathetic
You send us threats just to edit the text up, regret it
Then stuff gets chucked on Reddit, they slept on me now
Watch these bed bugs get shredded
Yeah, I got a plan to assassinate
Going more ham than platter plate
Stand in this rapper’s way, imma be ramming the barricade
Every other man’s more bland than a Carrot Cake
I’ll throw your whole fam into traffic mate
Slap the fake tan off your Nanna’s face & I would crack her safe
I don’t give a damn if that I’m racking eight grand
Imma spend it on a van & some Gaffer tape
My shit is slick as it’s wicked, my wick is lit
& my wit is horrific hitting your wicket, your chick is licking her lips
& she picks to visit my gig cause
My dick is sticky & thick & I’m quick to tic her a ticket
Wishing to kick it, the bitch is fricking specific
She’s sipping liquorice liquor & strippin, whispering «Hit it»
I did it, shit I admit it, an inconsiderate bigot
Imagine me tryna gradually stick a brick in a cricket
I just wanna make music profound
But it’s hard when there’s all of these intruders around, a stupid amount
There’s too many losers to count
I’ve been seeing less stars than my Uber account
Yeah, I’m due for a crown, give me one bitch
Cause I’m repping Perth City where the gritty cunts live
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it
That’s my Self Diagnosis
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it
That’s my Self Diagnosis
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it
That’s my Self Diagnosis