Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
Damn, feel like I'm bout to self destruct
Down on my luck, help me up
I felt the cuffs of life restrained see the pain in my frame insane
But never played for the fame, I'm deranged
My brain is cluttered with thoughts, wonderful sorts
With homicidal tendincies and a colorful porsche
Me and my conscience had about a million gullible talks
I don't want my soul stuck in a corpse
On the surface people see the lovable boss
Deep down I'm cursed
If you rewound the verse from the rebound it hurts
I was senile at first now I'm stronger with an attitude
Gratitude wrapped around my body like it's latitude
Chose many avenues GPS is broken
I kept my eye open 'til I see BS is showin
No television in my CTS I drove in
Cadillac I'm an animal outta its habitat
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
I think that darkness is the real light cuz the nights when I feel real
Make everyone think that I'm nice but I will kill
And lie about it, steal, hide behind a smile
Don't act surprised now I've been like this for awhile
Wild like an Alaskan Bootlegger
Jacked a bookie in Vegas once just to ask him who better You betcha
Your silver spoon fed up it's really kinda cute
I ate from a silver spoon once and chipped my front tooth
Fabulous, if I quit rap it ain't because I'm bad at it
It's cuz I wanna be a murderer and I'm tryin' to take a stab at it
Listen Y'all know that I'm flyer than a maggot shit
Hotter than a pile of burnin' MAGA hats with flags in it Confederate
Generally if you think you're better than the next man
You're most likely weaker than Excedrin
You wanna hear something cool
I got a big bag of perc thirties in the back homie
Should of seen your face
I love dudes that love dick man it leaves me more chicks
And I could give two shits where you piss
It's Jibba the Gent on the ones and the twos
I'm from Vermont motha f*cka I've got beautiful views
Dirt in my cuticles too mud on my shoes
And if I could afford it all the drugs I could do
I hit the bank up took out a loan against my mortgage
Called up my local Jersey boy and proceeded to snort it
My drip stopped I think it's time to spit some Hip-hop
It's been a long time comin' for a quick thot
Money talks you got your tongue up in a shit box
So run and tell the cops in your Donald Trump flip flops
I've been buggin' talkin' to my toaster oven
I've been rockin' off the top a lot I hope they got recording of it
What? f*ck a recording budget
I just bought a bottle, a Cobra forty and a quarter of nugget
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
Self Destruct (feat. Mickey Factz & DJ Kanganade) Video (MV)
Performed By: Jibba the Gent & SkySplitterInk
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: John Keefe, Mark Williams
Jibba the Gent & SkySplitterInk - Self Destruct (feat. Mickey Factz & DJ Kanganade) Lyrics
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Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
Damn, feel like I'm bout to self destruct
Down on my luck, help me up
I felt the cuffs of life restrained see the pain in my frame insane
But never played for the fame, I'm deranged
My brain is cluttered with thoughts, wonderful sorts
With homicidal tendincies and a colorful porsche
Me and my conscience had about a million gullible talks
I don't want my soul stuck in a corpse
On the surface people see the lovable boss
Deep down I'm cursed
If you rewound the verse from the rebound it hurts
I was senile at first now I'm stronger with an attitude
Gratitude wrapped around my body like it's latitude
Chose many avenues GPS is broken
I kept my eye open 'til I see BS is showin
No television in my CTS I drove in
Cadillac I'm an animal outta its habitat
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
I think that darkness is the real light cuz the nights when I feel real
Make everyone think that I'm nice but I will kill
And lie about it, steal, hide behind a smile
Don't act surprised now I've been like this for awhile
Wild like an Alaskan Bootlegger
Jacked a bookie in Vegas once just to ask him who better You betcha
Your silver spoon fed up it's really kinda cute
I ate from a silver spoon once and chipped my front tooth
Fabulous, if I quit rap it ain't because I'm bad at it
It's cuz I wanna be a murderer and I'm tryin' to take a stab at it
Listen Y'all know that I'm flyer than a maggot shit
Hotter than a pile of burnin' MAGA hats with flags in it Confederate
Generally if you think you're better than the next man
You're most likely weaker than Excedrin
You wanna hear something cool
I got a big bag of perc thirties in the back homie
Should of seen your face
I love dudes that love dick man it leaves me more chicks
And I could give two shits where you piss
It's Jibba the Gent on the ones and the twos
I'm from Vermont motha f*cka I've got beautiful views
Dirt in my cuticles too mud on my shoes
And if I could afford it all the drugs I could do
I hit the bank up took out a loan against my mortgage
Called up my local Jersey boy and proceeded to snort it
My drip stopped I think it's time to spit some Hip-hop
It's been a long time comin' for a quick thot
Money talks you got your tongue up in a shit box
So run and tell the cops in your Donald Trump flip flops
I've been buggin' talkin' to my toaster oven
I've been rockin' off the top a lot I hope they got recording of it
What? f*ck a recording budget
I just bought a bottle, a Cobra forty and a quarter of nugget
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
Damn, feel like I'm bout to self destruct
Down on my luck, help me up
I felt the cuffs of life restrained see the pain in my frame insane
But never played for the fame, I'm deranged
My brain is cluttered with thoughts, wonderful sorts
With homicidal tendincies and a colorful porsche
Me and my conscience had about a million gullible talks
I don't want my soul stuck in a corpse
On the surface people see the lovable boss
Deep down I'm cursed
If you rewound the verse from the rebound it hurts
I was senile at first now I'm stronger with an attitude
Gratitude wrapped around my body like it's latitude
Chose many avenues GPS is broken
I kept my eye open 'til I see BS is showin
No television in my CTS I drove in
Cadillac I'm an animal outta its habitat
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
I think that darkness is the real light cuz the nights when I feel real
Make everyone think that I'm nice but I will kill
And lie about it, steal, hide behind a smile
Don't act surprised now I've been like this for awhile
Wild like an Alaskan Bootlegger
Jacked a bookie in Vegas once just to ask him who better You betcha
Your silver spoon fed up it's really kinda cute
I ate from a silver spoon once and chipped my front tooth
Fabulous, if I quit rap it ain't because I'm bad at it
It's cuz I wanna be a murderer and I'm tryin' to take a stab at it
Listen Y'all know that I'm flyer than a maggot shit
Hotter than a pile of burnin' MAGA hats with flags in it Confederate
Generally if you think you're better than the next man
You're most likely weaker than Excedrin
You wanna hear something cool
I got a big bag of perc thirties in the back homie
Should of seen your face
I love dudes that love dick man it leaves me more chicks
And I could give two shits where you piss
It's Jibba the Gent on the ones and the twos
I'm from Vermont motha f*cka I've got beautiful views
Dirt in my cuticles too mud on my shoes
And if I could afford it all the drugs I could do
I hit the bank up took out a loan against my mortgage
Called up my local Jersey boy and proceeded to snort it
My drip stopped I think it's time to spit some Hip-hop
It's been a long time comin' for a quick thot
Money talks you got your tongue up in a shit box
So run and tell the cops in your Donald Trump flip flops
I've been buggin' talkin' to my toaster oven
I've been rockin' off the top a lot I hope they got recording of it
What? f*ck a recording budget
I just bought a bottle, a Cobra forty and a quarter of nugget
Y'all don't wanna see me spaz out
So I'm doin' it
They sayin' it's a mad house
Guess I'm movin' in
I'll probly join your little crew
On some stupid shit
Then sabotage and ruin it and keep on meneuverin
Through the fog I ain't ever missed
It's opposite I got the green light to stop your breath
Carbon foot prints across your chest
Snatch you cross and jet
Chem trails and meth
It's nothin' I'm a toxic mess
Writer: John Keefe, Mark Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid