Phobias

[Hook:Adamite] Grrr these are my phobias Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up [Verse 1:Adamite] I'm sick of biting my tounge, I'm sick of shutting my mouth My gums are overflowing with this shit that wants to seep out So it's time I get this off of my chest before my heart beats hard enough to rip through the seems of this vest Bitch don’t you see that your dealing with vets Sharp flows that will stab deeper than an army of bayonets Now do you get what the fuck I am saying yet Shittin on you until you look like a box of raisenettes Now lets see which bar I am raising next The dead lift, the bench press, the rap one you can’t get past your necks I think Ill take the last one, no offense but I have a lack of respect, for rappers Im just not that easily impressed You think you can change my mind then be my guest But I’m the king of this house and thats how I shall be addressed When it comes to hip hop I’m fucking obsessed I only listen to the best so the best is what I expect [Hook:Adamite] Grrr these are my phobias Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up [Verse 2:Adamite] I'm so sick that I throw it up and then swallow it Spit it in your mouth then slit your throat as you goggle it We the upgrade so take the rap game remodel it This shit is lighting you'll get struck unless you bottle it But my situation is sickening, because your prolly picking these politicians Thats popping n tricking you to listen I'll cut your legs off and tell you to keep up with the competition As I run circles around you with lyricism Ive risen back from the afterlife, reincarnated a rap God that goes by the name of Adamite I get drunk and spit whiskey into the candle light, and make a flamethrower strong enough to take out a dragonite If you people knew half the shit that I sacrificed, you’d show love for me just like bisexuals do for hermaphrodites But I’m in the dark hidden from all the camera lights, so grab a shovel dig in the underground to find Adamite [Hook:Adamite] Grrr these are my phobias Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up [Verse 3:Playboy The Beast]