Dirty Dishes

The road itches, the town now in my palm is twisted
Feeling no comfort, have to make all the dirty dishes
They not clean cause' I went right straight to the Mississippis
Job unfinished, my demons tried to make me feel like easy

Now I don't have a way to escape
This pain is feeling like is techno and raves
And I'm not the man that you want him to worry about complains
Is not about when the fuck I'm getting a good day

And let's say is easy to fucking make it
If you are good then surely, you crazy
Racing cars, like nascars, on the hills, im getting lazy, no full KIT
Fuck a thousand hoes, I don't want no party

I prefer the real one who I'm getting married
Tilted, printed, frames, no mods, also someone named garry
No plants in my garden, cause' I defeated all the zombies
Sorry but if you say whatever it gets you lonely

Saying what I want, I don't have to fucking worry
She said that she don't love me but now she's very worried
Let's go, let's stop for a little bit
Beating, collecting things, writing while eating, living in the street

You can't level my writing, like Pun in Italy
Did a vulgar brutality speaking, finaly I can see
What is this about, and only the little things
It is what it is, I only speak to the beat

This is for all the people I love, you know I make it quick
A machine you know that can't equal my quality
Tiny speech I make it clear, please call me sir mehtric
Asymmetrical is what I'm calling you, my darling

Youy have a bad rythm, also you a fucking ugly
What the fuck are you telling me
I don't need a bad word to destroy my enemies
This no Undertale I don't need to spread my mercy

Merci, I don't speak French but I do better your own language
Dirty dishes in my room, I'm barely pathetic
But they more than me, I'm a mini Charles Bukowski
Shot out to my friend, that he quitted finaly smoking

Don't be a retard, and don't fucking touch me
I ain't playing games and you're not my browski
Get out of my room, i'ts only to me and my shorty
I'm giving her kisses, and you know that now she's horny

My bed make so much noise that I'm calling it now bedrock
I don't know who are you, maybe you are Pedro?
The bad rappers who tries I teach them like they are a perros
Now that's fucked up, how I fucked the scenario

The face of who hates surely it's like calamardo
I'm not calmado, I'm coming here to shoot my ammo
I don't have guns, but my lyrics sound like a volcano
Camon, get the fuck out and go smoke some tobacco

You know that my phrases turns your mind into a macchiato