I Need To Call My Mom
Double cross me you'll get double the hurt
Ill put your face in a box on a shirt
I’ll take your name and put it in the dirt
Fuck 6 put you 3 dozen feet in the earth
Fuck this how much is this shit all worth
I feel so gone of this earth i'm like kurt
Had a Tyler Durden in my brain since like birth
Got a couple of lashes when i strayed from the herd
Heard. Listened to you when you talkin smack
Ill hit you like mom when you talkin back
We on some weird shit like men in black
Put you on my plate, where my dinner at
Got beef bullion then ill chop you to cubes
Slidе you off the cutting board and into my stew
Thesе beats and you twinnin you both are my food
My mouth is foul no matter the mood
I stand real tall on all 10 of my pigs
You're about to see black like a total eclipse
Take both of my fists hit you both of your lips
Hit you with a hook that i swung from the hip
Hit you in the dome like i’m ringing a bell
I feel like meat loaf a bat outta hell
You're like some change i threw into a well
Don't care if you come back or how far you fell
How far you fell, how far i rise
Better step back that's a word from the wise
Won't say it again hope you heard me this time
The time on the clock is your time of demise
I sweep you up, head is a mop
"You got a phone? Need to call my mom!"
I'm stuck at home, i miss my job
I'll walk on the top of your skull in high tops
You'll sit low on the ground while you sob
Spin you around like you’re corn on cob
Spin you like gold straw on your head like a top
I don’t know when it's the right time to stop
Right time to stop? It’s time to go
Not underground, i'm somewhere below
Don't rap about money or rap about hoes
Cause i'm not concerned about any of those
I care bout the art care bout the feeling
Want people to hear this and swing at the ceiling
Fuck raising the roof, tear that shit down
Stand on the rubble that’s left on the ground
My name is Chade i live in arrogance
My success made by the things that i stand against
Sometimes i feel like a domestic terrorist
Everytime i write and angrily swear again
I get around like a fatass American
I'm out of bounds i don't even know where i am
Sometimes my back hurts from the load that i'm carryin
Sometimes set it down so i can breathe some fresh air again
(Gasp) Feeling nostalgic?
When i'm in my bag or i get outta pocket
Outta the pocket, into the zone
I want to stay solo even when i'm well known
I feel so dog-tired will you throw me a bone
Stream a few songs so i won't feel alone
I feel alone? Who fuckin cares
Throw both of my middle fingers high in the air
Fake friends can scram
I'm raining ham
Down on these fuckers from the high place i am
I feel so powerful, they look so pitiful
Can crush them with ease without leaving my pedestal
I am ascending at regular intervals
You're at the bottom for all of the shit you pull
The shit you pull you try to push on me
I'll rain down on you like a tsunami
I'll cruise into your jaw, call me Tommy
Mission Impossible got all the eyes on me
All these eyes on me, they never blink
I feel so watched, don't know what to think
Feel like the last dish you left in the sink
Feel like the puck that flew outta the rink
Yeah
Double cross me you'll get double the hurt
Ill put your face in a box on a shirt
I'll take your name and put it in the dirt
Fuck 6 put you 3 dozen feet in the earth
YEAH