Paranoia Agent
[Verse 1: Airospace]
This is my jaded life, serial killer
No captain on this ship, but I'm the dealer
Passing cards outta tarot, nation wheeler
Fortunately unfortunate, my fortune is a live preserver boat
So in the event we hit the iceberg ahead, my safety is guaranteed
But that's only for me and there's no "I" in "we"
And there's no "me" in "team", I lied
There is a "me" and only vouch for he
In this hungry tummy, I'm eating pockets lacking cheese
5D sunset flash on her dungarees
Make these jeans look like sweatpants, all I've got is sweatpants
Wack rapping a talent for a brighter future
And a girl with a sexy ass that would rather be without
Scenic route that I travel in the evening this gleam
With which I breathe and only comes in the form of nicotine
And potentially a backbeat and a razor blade that's with the tip of my  phalanges
They literally show the pain I write when I type and bleed
When I type and bleed

[Verse 2: Cauzndefx]
Yo
They can't toss out, thinking the pain [?]
So live first, then run over these very thick fire sounds
Type of shit you typing with a typewriter [?]
Typewriters tied to lighters, spliffing liking like, who you co-signing with?
[?] acquainted with a lighter, she got the Midas grip
Convert As to Vs and get covered in liquid malfunctions
Take they ass to a terror, booty like cerebellums
[?]
Tune into my rebellion, using your eyes isn't great
Let the blind deep from paper plates
Gage a debate and play a mixtape
[Verse 3: Airospace]
God damn it, I've had it with half-assing philanthropists
Trash canning evangelists, swear to cannabis animus
Yeah I banned a protagonist, antagonist manifest
Pay your wrath of fantastical, autonomous back to kids who
Call what they do rap, my shit isn't even rap
It's jump roping to instrumentals on wavelengthing, all crap
Matter of fact, scientifically this isn't even hazmat
In the case of an outbreak, my .hack is last that
How the fuck am I past go? Fifty dollars and no shows
Apollonia tossing California and I go ghost
Shingeki no fuck you, I'm anime and you're not dude
Your bandwagon train ramming new school
Not knowing [?]
With a scroll, you Narutos couldn't bleed even if Ichigo knew you
I'm Arakawa in abridged with Jesus as my kid
[?] frog as the new shit

[Verse 4: Cauzndefx]
Uh yeah, yeah
Bless, trip, your life, is this it?
I fight what I miss, produce some life from within my fists
Held to the style with a kiss, something you might wanna quit
Like to hell with you, versions of me that dwell in you
Until your sentences are simply words that I'm telling you, met with me just to bet with you
Nothing but void, blank spaces, he types it with backspaces
On white you see black traces, his [?]
With a ramp banking on trucks, spinal cord ain't enough
I need your mind and your guts, I want your tone and your strut
While spreading lines just for fucks, I swear my time here is up
My time here is up