Spinal Cords On Repeat

I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long (here I am) This is more than a beat with words, this is more than a song (here I am) You can't hold me back i'm a monster and i'm way too strong (way too strong, way too strong) Shouldn't even put a hook on this shit Fuck a hook i'm a fish and i'm looking for chips That bail money like I just robbed money and just paled(?) money And threw money on the fucking thid rail money I'm the currency, hail money I'm hungry, the food is stale but i'm real hungry What the fuck I need to shower for I'm on hour 4, plus 20 and i'm stuck at this cowards door Yes CO, we know, you gonna let us out in a second cos my mouth is so reckless For now i'll show remorse; i'm sorry for what I said Next time i'm in the airport niggas is fucking dead Yeah, kill them with kindness then you surprise them When they screening me tell them eat a penis b Then walk off, I mean hey, it ain't a bomb threat The pink lavalamp ain't even drop the bomb yet That's a whole bunch of fire-ass singles So can it damn it; I make you perspire mad pringles I'm sorry if this verse was too retarded for ya But when's the last time I ever put out garbage for ya Am I janitor? you don't ever pay me to put out garbage But garbage is in my way; so look out garbage I'm only happy when it rains If you happy for my pain I hope your daddy's sick with AIDS And he made you swallow cum for lunch And you get your AIDS test during Sunday brunch And when it comes back positive You got to go to church And pray forgiveness for thinking about responding to this verse And it's about to get worse, cos second verse is ada beec(?) Ima make your shit hurt, nigga disperse I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long (yeah, we gon' cut that, we gon' cut that hook short) Dig this though How much harder can I go before you shut up Shut up, fuck up, like what up(?) So what up, i'm a nerd from the gutter My words are like butter, it deserves to be cut up Dissected, just so you can digest it Yes it's Charles, AKA Mr fuck up your cholesterol I bet your own heart won't even get involved You better farting for gas, let it off I was born in the 216, rep the 212 So do you want shit I bet the nigga that write for you don't really give a holy shit about your life So nigga chew on this Niggas claim to be dogs and wolves They bark is good, but they can't even walk the hood Well nigga, i'm Sonic the pitbull with a pink leash And rabies, get a clue nigga, Jenkies(?) And on that note, y'all already know what's about to happen Turn it up, and turn yourself down Charles Hamilton