CrDnlSn - Disorder Lyrics

I got writer's block
Creative juices are dried up
My synapses are useless
They tied up
I'm the
Manifestation of frustration
Anger and rage
Pen constantly ragin
Across the pages
Written in blood
They suck so I'm rippin em up
And startin from scratch
Candle light flickers
Trigger a rush
I scribble a bunch
The right vibe
Is in the night time
Recite lines
As if Einstein could write rhymes
All scientifical and shit
My parables are comparable
To Jesus's miracles when I spit
See now I know that's just wrong
But I really do walk on water
I ride the wavs on the song
I turn my bread into wine
Bushes burn relax the mind
True believers sit and wait for a sign
It's not time
Although judgement isn't upon us
We still head for the forest
We still feast on the fauna
Here come the chorus
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue
If I can go back in time
Then I'd assassinate Bone Thugs
They made it cool to sing
Shits gettin ugly as Oprah
Then I'd go back
And have to murderlize T Pain
Cause auto tune tunes
Got me rubbin my ears with ben gay
I'm so sick of the same shtick
Urrybody sound like urrybody
Cause the game on some strange shit
I rearrange the format
And bring back the raw raps
With lyrics that go over your head
Just like a ball cap
Rorschach tests
And psychosis analyzed
They theorized
That I can't empathize
With none of these guys
Conyo
I'm in a state of depression
That got me in confession
Making me question
My self expression
Have I been wrong all along
Should I just do what they do
And mumble all on the song
Kind of like this
Mumble mumble mumble
Mumble mumble mumble
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue
Mumble mumble
Man enough of that shit
Now I'm askin the masses
To pass these bastards
That's it
Don't download
Don't view on YouTube
You can choose to peruse through
Better tunes to groove to
It's a who's who
Of rappers who keepin it pure
And raw
I'm kickin in doors
Run in booths
And rippin the cords
What they doins illegal
It's not allowed
How the f*ck you gon autotune
In front of a live crowd
That shit is stupid
And I know it's a fad
I hope it don't last
Rap style sound like ass
On top of an ass
Now there's a foul odor
Comin through my speakers
Sattelites corroded
Spewin filth into the ether
Maybe I can get a feature from Jesus
Or maybe I just need a gimmick
Gimme the beakers
I gotta formulate a plan
An antidote for hope
Let me quote the pope
F*ck em all meng
Just spit that dope
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue
Rappers are out of order
Because they
Torturin me
I think I got a disorder
Because they
Torturin me
And then they murdered the culture
So now they
Torturin me
Jump out the window
They don't stop
They continue