I'm older, a loner, alone and I quote the Joker The pale moonlight glows, showing growing and open ulcers I know I don't know the road and so I'm on the shoulder And I'm over this whole shindig, over vocals, so I'll close her But I'm learning to love as I'm burning em up in a furnace of fucks that I won't give I'm perky and pumped as I'm turning me up because surely not one of you knows this I'm so pissed, go figure, this is hopeless Cuz nobody living'll listen to spit from a cynical, pissy, but dope kid It's no act, this is so fact, no swag I don't stack dough, racks or bones, yo it's so sad No active tactics fashioned for some faux flash All I got's this rap, this passion, and oh, my gonads Hustle is something I wanted but nothing I've done is enhancing my views Cuz nothing's enough when you're stumbling under the gun of your lucky and vanishing youth The damn truth is I ain't managed to be the man, dude Dammit I'm moody, I'm manic in music, a fan of the stupid, ya mans doomed Cuz I ain't playing when im saying I'm insane and I been making every day a day to wake up writing mayhem Create it then display it cuz I made it, find a playlist I'm making up for ancient Tisse in cages, I'm escaping I do it to do it, I'm doing the Dew as I'm fueling my goose egg I knew that I blew it as soon as I stupidly grew up confused, dead But I ain't losing it, the looney bins the booth, get it? Use it or lose it, I'm moving to music, I'm loose and I'm doing it bootleg

I'm mourning (morning) while you're munching up the nuts in your cereal So I'm fucking up a beat, I'll bust a nut in your stereo The glaringly apparent scenario is inherently errant though I'm fairly old, but prepared to flow I'm ready, poised with that poison, that toxic Don't get annoyed, but your boy's on that hot shit It's like my voice is on steroids, watch me God I talk a lotta noise, but not hearing won't stop me I'm going til I'm worn and decrepit Sore and dependent on ignoring, avoiding a motion to end it, I don't regret it Broken dentures are my only incentive to go to dentists So my throat is sick, my vocals are tetanus Vaccinate, act your age Bad habits have to stay, Matt's apt to rap deranged I'm flashing and masturbating in the masquerade This savage dashing display is all that I have to say, okay? Fuck nah, silence ain't the way we do it I play naive and stupid, but I stay my lethal, rude and Taboo self, hell if I'm selling out for Matthew's health I don't wanna melt to a shell of myself and lose felt Feelings, even though i want em all to shut up I don't wanna beef with Matisse so I leave him cut up Myself and I and me tryna not be a fuck up But I'm in too deep, when I mention Tisse, I'm dying in this son of a bitch

[Verse 1] I spit punchlines like my flow is Coke and I'm the Kool-Aid dude I wrote these vocals so my tone is lying, fooling you I'm loosey-goosey, lucid dreaming, high on Go Go Juice Honey Boo-Boo child is the totem I aspire to I admire goof and those with awful filters I am wired loopy, my emotion's off-kilter It's difficult to kill a killer dealing with familiar Feelings, all these spitters tryna fill it up with filler I strive to be equivalent to Miley Cyrus giving shits My entire mischievous desires why I'm scripting this I might be into it, or I might be innocent Either way I'm intricately intimate in hearing this [Chorus] SONG, is painfully AWKWARD, hate to be BOTHERED Pay for weak CONCERTS, stay to meet ROCKERS Praise the freak MONSTERS, hate to be WRONG But play my free SONGS, Y'ALL are AWESOME But I ain't a cat video Gotta make a cat video I'ma take it back so listen yo Got I hate cat videos [Verse 2] My rhyme's hot like a deviled egg frying on pavement On another summer day but my fire is wasted Rappers all are cocky dicks like venereal placement Only care about the fame but are barely a basic bitch ...I pay my rent like a grownup Everyday regretting what I spent on a donut The flow nuts, so robust, I woke up, and throw up Ya know what? ...I know I won't fucking blow up I don't really care about my whereabouts in rap The only thing I care about is tearing up a track Aware I've fucking had it with comparing me to classics Fact is Matt's sick, but I'm barely even average, a [Verse 3] They're saying SOS, maybe mayday here Cuz the game ain't paying for your fake career When everybody in the underground say they sear Everybody in the underground say it's their year, NOPE. It ain't gonna happen, take it back Cuz everything you say sounds fake as crap Claiming youre classic in your vacant facts I hate that I'm a rapper but I'm made to rap ...In a sea of words, I got awk But I'm Doo Ok's descendant, so who wants Sauce? Dude's hip-hop bars are proof that y'all logging Views is not all that proves a hot song, my

[Verse 1] Now I ain't never been a god of nothing So don't align me with a deity See I been dying to hold onto something And all this rhyming helps me stay at ease I'm having fun because I'm not a puppet And I do what I want to when I please But I would bet you'd make a harsh assumption If I were to tell you that I'm making these Raps cuz I'm tryna be a better person mentally Settling for whatever's trending selling is never me But paranoia cuts my checks in every measure, meaning Every time I wreck a beat I bet it's never meant to be Murmurs in mayhem, I murder verses verbatim But every word I gurgle up burns the dirt that I lay in So all I'm saying is I'm pained within this hurricane This is the only way thats worked delaying Kurt Cobaining [Chorus] This is what I woulda done as my former self Wicked water, looking young, but ignore my health This is what I woulda done as my former self Lemme love it, lemme run from my former self [Verse 2] A fluid group of human tissue, look who I grew into A looney loser loose in his groovy rhythm, I miss youth I guess I'm good at this music mission I've been through But what about the business I'm missing? I get the hint dude I'm bout to blow a black hole through this space-time 1100 decibels, Matt's vocals and bassline I know I'm acting openly assholeish and haywire Brain ain't been the same since I sat home and filleted rhymes Sinner's spitting dope...so is this kid alone? Isn't what he's written his friend when he's feeling low? I had to go and open my throat so hope could cement my soul And now I've spoke a heavy portfolio of my mental woes This isn't literal, really it's in the process Penning's how I vent, this is penance, pitiful progress So as you witness this, it isn't bout that largesse The heart of this starving artist is cynical and farfetched [Verse 3] I keep on rapping cuz I fucking love it No I ain't chasing any big lights I need the passion or I suffer sunken Deep in this abyss, so I'ma spit life I see these people walk around dead Solely a shell of what they once were I believe it's lethal when the sound sets So my former self is fucking unheard

[Intro] This song is for anyone who's dying to speak Or for anyone who's in their head and trying to leave I've settled my regrets and I'm inspired to lead So if you need it, keep your eyes on me [Verse 1] I'm bout to be the muthafucka Curb-stomped, turned off Bullied by the beef and ballers stern talk Stern talk? nerds gone I'm hurting when I heard them but my first, thought's Eat, tell the mufuckas I eat I'm a glutton and I hunger, stay in the dirt behind me Can't nobody sell 'em but I'm bumpin my beats Come on turn em up and get to jumping like me Chuh...I got it mufucka I'ma go for it Over 10 years but got nothing to show for it "Nope" I aint in it for the business but I'm dope boiii I been the most inventive since the minute that I wrote What I spoke, good lawwd, lemme testify Embellished televangelists left to die They selling hella stanzas, left and right But I'd rather be a fan than regret my life [Chorus ] I'm underestimated, overeducated And I can't relate to anybody in the game right now I'm mainly underrated, I aint faking like I made it But I came to make a statement and I can't pipe down ...And I can't pipe down I came to make a statement and I can't pipe down ...nah I can't pipe down And ! reckon I'ma rip it right now [Verse 2] I wanna be the one to spit the First, verse, with a sure smirk Like a sermon but you're worried bout the curse words Curse words? bitch I heard, worse I learned that a wordsmith works in a hearse I'm dead, dammit mufucka I'm dead Scrambling for funding, got a bullet in the breast I'm bleeding on the beat, but believe in my breath Bet I'm breathing my release, every reason I am My music, come on mufucka, I'ma use it Early pushing 30, but I'm sure that I'm a youth, kid ...some say that it's stupid to pursue this And loose lips lose, listen, lucrative? Screw this Awww...let the stress subside If real recognize real, then forget your lies I'm better off free, never petrified So I'ma rock 'n' roll, reach, and caress the sky [Verse 3] I've been trying all my life to write a Hype song, lights off Im blinded by the sight but I'ma right wrongs Right wrongs? Nice yall Enlightenment is heightened by the pipe? Naw but its Hot, I get it mufucka I'm not I never been a bit of that, I'm bitter, I rot The sentiments of sinners sever sediment, I rock But I'm locked in a box, be it coffin or thought Whoa...I'll show you mufuckas I know How to roll with the beat, every punch in the flow One or two quotes I roughed up as I wrote Become a rumble off my tongue from my mufuckin throat Yo...but yall molest the rhyme You're showing no respect for the mesmerized Am I set to thrive or am I pesticide? I'll never be a veteran but let's decide

[Verse 1] All the young kids got it incorrect Yeah I rap but I ain't after any checks, wanna bet? Mufucking flunking's what you're getting on the test Cuz this student dude'll school you and then put you to bed, go to sleep bitch Large Marge sent me hard bars and I'm spitting 'em Sharp shard remarks mar the dark when I lit it up Art scars artists when their heart's in their vision, pumped I don't need a buck; I just want my bike, minimum Fuck a walk in public, I'm stripping down to nothing Thumbs rubbing on my buttocks like I'm shitting out a tough brick I'm running out of gumption, nothing seems to cut it I've been pumping out the ruckus but I'm fumbling for something, fuck this [Bridge 1] The head on me's telling me give it up (give it up) But my spirit is telling me live it up (live it up) I hope to god I'm no wannabe, I embody dichotomy But I'm fond of my honesty and it's fun (fun) [Chorus] I do it for the fun, I do it for the fun I do it cuz I mufuckin love it and it's fun I do it for the fun, I do it for the fun I do it cuz I mufuckin love it and it's fun No I don't expect you to know my mind But I expect respect when I flow my rhymes For the fun, I do it for the fun I do it cuz I mufuckin love it and it's fun [Verse 2] This here Wizard spits the purest flow while shitting in the urinal Wiggling my dick instead of pissing, now it's personal Sure the kid is versatile while working with the words he knows So who else have you heard to spit a verse this sure to murder? "No one..." You can't see none (Cena) of me world, why (wide) wrestle with it? Underground's bumping, so fuck it! Suck it, I'm never "winning" Nothing, I love it, I'd be upset if I regret this spitting ...I'm never letting go of decibels, bet that I been on top of my shit like a recent defecation I'm bleeding dedication every evening when I stay lit Face it, ain't shit changed from in the basement I stay making hits, insane, now I'ma play this [Bridge 2] The truth is I do this to lift me up (lift me up) Cuz the music is soothing me, listen up (listen up) It's my flawless philosophy how I rock in cacophony Often solving my problems because it's fun (fun) [Verse 3] I do this for amusement, I never been to no club It's crucial to my mood, getting me up out the doldrums I do it cuz I do it and I'm doing it too dope bruh ...Cue the music and tune in, who listens? Nobody [Bridge 1] The head on me's telling me give it up (give it up) But my spirit is telling me live it up (live it up) I hope to god I'm no wannabe, I embody dichotomy But I'm fond of my honesty and it's fun (fun)

[Verse 1] I've pondered whats my pitch to be an Internet sensation I call these godly marketers 6th Internet sense Asian Cuz it's data and it's dedicated, intricate and patient But with every waking day I strain to pick up with the patience, but Every time I feeling like the slightest hint of doubt I just keep on fucking writing so my light don't fizzle out "How?" Like fuck the writer's block, I'm writing this out loud I might be likely in the crowd, but I'm a fighter and I'm proud, wow I sound pathetic, get a sedative, tether my head in I never measured a success for any record, get it? This debt is heavy and perpetually burying heaven Spare me your parodies cuz im clearly not hearing you dammit I'm using music as a tool to cool my hothead brewing I've been doing lots of stupid nonsense for this convoluted Plot that I've concocted but my wallet since has not been moving ...I gotta stop before I'm rotting in hiphop, I knew it, fuck [Chorus] Now see I been going through a lot of nuisances improving this And stupidly I do insist that this isn't about money While tryna bootleg it I lose like a lunatic I've proven that I'm through with it like this isn't allowed, buddy So buttfuck it...I ain't tryna do club hits I ain't rhyming to front and shit, I ain't tryna prove nothing Every tune that I'm humming is searing fuel as I'm running On nothing, it's guzzled up again, I'm nearing 100, I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming All you mufuckin punks stunting better run cuz I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming Nah I'm just fuckin with you I ain't going nowhere, I don't want it Punk [Verse 2] No I aint coming for that number one spot Cuz there's all these hungry youngins with that dumb shit on lock Im Caucasian and asian, aging, I'm ancient and hating the clock And I'm okay not making it so haters can play with the cock I don't got a gimmick so I guess I'm not in it to win it I'ma just spit what I think and not give a shit about image Steady belligerent with hit after hit as I spit it Livid at the lack of listeners that I'm getting, ya dig it? I'm kinda bitter like im sweet and sour, salty But Soy Sauce sizzles, so my vocals go with all beats Overload on sodium, I'm altogether raw, keeping Feeling in a song, flavor's all you're getting off me I wanna rock the boat, cocky like I lock and load I should proly stop cuza my job, but I been on a roll smarter than an honor roll, I'm honest, i want you all to know That all the flows and bars I've got are awesome not so modest, so dope

[Verse 1] I'm odd so I can't even, I rock like a damn heathen I'm modest but honest, this sauce is confident you can't beat him Uncommon rawness in these bars, I'm talking rare meat, I'm Sorry you are what you eat, Im scarfing down these damn demons A mad scientist, I'm eyeing these rhymes and I'm tryna Splice 'em, giving life to a line thats inspired by Frankenstein Monstrous...honest to God its like I can't be silenced try it, I'll just tear the hairy tape off like a band aid, violent I gather vials and a myriad of test tubes Beakers and bunsen burners, the lyrics are experiments Used by yours truly infused with the best music Get stupid, lose it, next to your friends room It's horror story and I'm Dr. Montgomery And my music's my dead baby, I don't think you can stomach me Glasgow grinning, awful Dahlia, my funny cheeks'll Open ear to ear when I hear a lyric spun from me [Chorus] In my laboratory I do experiments And I'm exploratory, I need my air to vent In my laboratory I do experiments The moral of the story is a morbid sentiment I do experiments [Verse 2] Crafting concoctions, I'm in the lab way too often Coughing in exhaustion, all my trials being tossed in With trash every night, so I need to get it right Like I'm Walter White writing lyrics for y'all to bite I'm not just on the mic, I'm on a mission To be the hardest spitting artist with the lyricism So I decided to go ahead, experiment on myself Reached up to grab a vial, knocked the pile off the shelf The outcome was too crazy to believe The virus released made some new type of disease Some got in me, knocked me unconscious When I woke up, all I wanted was carnage Like my name was Freddy, you can't dream of beating me No secrecy, I feed off of you weak MCs Mad scientist, rule the game with an iron fist My desire is to spit fire til I expire, bitch [Bridge] Gimme the scalpel, gimme the sponge Gimme the scalpel, now gimme the sponge

[Verse 1] If you don't like me, I'm alright with that It's cool I don't like you back, it's true, you don't like the fact I keep it real and the truth hurts, like Scrooge with a cool smirk I'm laughing at your pain, I'm a true jerk I'm not your ordinary type of guy Cuz I don't curse in all my raps or fabricate cause I don't like to lie I don't talk about guns, drugs, or women I been there yeah I done did it, can't follow you cause I'm different I'm in my own lane speeding down the freeway I never been the type that say what he say or she say Some people tell me I should dumb it down If I was to stand on a corner I would be the coolest bum in town Never the type to beg, put me on a list with Craig Think I messed up cause I accidentally sold me meds Now I'm Insane in the membrane I feel some type of way I cant explain [Chorus] I'm an oddity, I'm an oddity While all of y'all are stalling following all the monotony I'm an oddity, I'm an oddity I gotta walk free and rock beats til we're all freaks [Verse 2] You know you've got a weight problem when slim fits too baggy, and hips sit too saggy A misfit, "Who's Matty?" It's this kid, dude's snazzy I've got it, got it? It's Gollum, it's not a costume, it's all of him Comment all you want at this skinny tallness, my awkwardness I'll fake it til I make it, lemme say it I'm waking up deflated when I aim to be elated The haters ain't awake yet, so Ima blame my brains biffs Fists swinging and hitting me, crippling my sane sense So I'm evasive, I'ma dodge a problem All the awful rawness I've bottled up isn't positive I'm shockingly uncommon with the thoughts I think and bars I spit So following my train of thought is hard to get, do not commit Just call it quits, I promise this is not the way To rock a stage on holidays, my politics is walk away All I'm saying is I'm odd and I don't got a name I don't wanna fall in fame, my motto phrase is "Not today!!" [Verse 3] Oddity is what you're calling me There's more to this artist than the rapper that you thought you'd see Put two peas in a pod and watch em blow up Can't stomach what I'm giving you, it make you wanna throw up Why can they not fathom the madness that haunts Matthew? Instead they just taunt, laughing right at me and launch fast food As if it were cabbages at me after my staunch attitude Rapping is lost in the hassle of hawked platitudes Not today cuz I'm hot today Where the competition? All my peers seem to flock away They're like "This guy is a strange man!" Ain't no cheat codes, I'm just switching up the game plan I'm the oddest condiment sonically saucing all the hits I gotta walk the walk, I'm a scholar of nonsense homonyms And homophones in bars so I'm all alone as I mosh in pits Posh and prim and proper and flossing? Or pauper, all a mess?

[Verse 1] We are who we are, we see far through these stars And each part of weak hearts that beat harbors deep scars Keep it discreet, heated steam starts to leave far We breathe hard, believe our beliefs are indeed ours This intoxication started with our moderation God-forsaken honest waiting compensates for lost relations All the hatred, it dominates sane and calm bereavement Small but painful altercations often make a coffin cave in Laws and arrangements are but obstacles we gotta beat So I'ma sleep here sonically and not compete with all you freaks Honestly? I bet yall are all too weak to harness these Our harbored demons, carnivores, arming me to the bars and teeth [Chorus] Cuz I know what you did, I know where you've been And I don't wanna hear your sick excuses I know what you are, don't try and pretend You made your bed, now lie in it I am a liar Hide like a liar I am a liar Lie like a liar I am a liar I am a liar [Verse 2] The winners write the history, scripted it through their ministry But Listen, leaders' imagery really doesn't mean shit to me "Mister Mean," diss a dream, ill-conceived delivery's The only thrill I've built for me, a villain breathing listerine FRESH...let me in your head and I'll offend you Bending every rule that's ever meant proof and blessed you "Bless you," sneeze at Matt, incensed truth, let loose Livid dissonance, singing were screaming out obsessed, doomed I sit in pitch black, fiddling with this rap Riddled with debilitating illnesses, I'm sick, sad Think back, give it a minute and let your lips laugh Everything I'm living in you're living in, a crisp cackle Gashes, haphazardly slashes the backdrop A bad prop, a half-assed photoshop hack-job Ad hoc, masking the madness that we've had locked Latched under padlocks, Matt's haunts or mass thoughts? [Verse 3] If we can't be held responsible for all the ghosts of rotting hopes Walking through the halls we roam, then all our notions are a joke Ominous, haunting, horrible, a cough in all our throats Knots in our fucking stomachs, vomit flows, that's all she wrote Fall in the hole, buried deep, very dark Unaware of the perilous leap our very thoughts dare embark On, nearest to flare is a spark, there beneath our cherished art Wearing our hearts on our sleeves, carrying on our facade Wear the face of an angel Disguise all the shame Your innocent smile won't conceal the mistakes You think you’re so clever You think you got it all worked out You can’t hide forever

[Verse 1] Music's the best medicine, remedy that's been heaven-sent Anything mentally detrimental's settled when I vent Get it? My pen is a testament through all my redicent Tendencies, letting me end up a better man, bet a man's Never contended with anything readily penned by me Steadily I heavily breathe, settled in ecstasy I left behind lethargy to script a better record, reach in Essence ethereal levels, bless an effervescent Tisse ...God I'm lofty, lemme take it down a ways I'm altogether saucy, let the flavor drown your plate Satisfy a savage appetite with rap and rowdy rage Pack/Unwrap it, how it's made, Matt's a mouth and sound is safe But i gotta say I've got a pretty sweet deal A conceited defeatist needs to believe in each feeling And feel it, the realest relief from an ailment's speech healing I got it going on, I'll repeat it and keep speaking [Chorus] Baby can't you see? I've got it going on Baby can't you see? I've waited for so long Baby can't you see? I've got it going on I know it might be wrong but I gotta keep on flowing songs [Verse 2] Pen game? Dope. Spit game? Flows Everybody says that I'm the best they know Whatever I don't get it, pathetic, I'm never veteran Level I let her get to me, the less they know the better ...that said, no regrets, no loss I got it going on when I vent dope songs The Kid don't floss, beef in teeth goes hard And I bet I'd never be content speaking no Sauce BOSS...c'mon everybody turn this fucker up I want decibels shredding the sediment you're walking on With that heavy metal pumped up merriment I've got Yeah I know it might be wrong, but I'm buried in these thoughts Awfully haunting me, but beats are a calming breeze Come out by the pool and goof off with me, golly gee I don't wanna be that gaudy G flaunting G's All I wanna be is this Sauce and this harmony [Verse 3] I gotta keep on flowing songs ...take that, it's me and the track Speaking of Matt, he's a beast with this rap Feeding the facts that he's feeling to passionate Pieces enacted to keep him intact

[Chorus] I thought it was just a matter of time Before I had 100 reasons not to think about you But I do [Sauce] One reason is you break me broke without funds Cuz Singing is fun, but really shit has been tough Keeping the budget under and saving money like an adult I got nothing to show for all my vocals, spitting this sucks, uh But I do jack shit else, sweltering while wack shit sells affable Matthew is only half of this, I'm mad as hell listen to my tracks and you can tell angers what matthew felt For way too fucking long, and now it's all Ive come to rap about And another reason is I seem to be failing And not prevailing through these trials and tribulations that face me making me, keep tryna be someone else who ain't me But lately this same scene has prayed for me to break free See I can think of like 99 different reasons I should leave this scheme in the dust, peace out from each piece of The puzzle, but something tugs me back under every season I need to be in this hustle, the reason's to keep breathing

[Verse 1] Y'all digging up my grave plot in that grotto where I'm rotting cuz you wanna see me haunt em God dammit lemme out, a reaper in a bottle...nice mufuckin model, hermano Need a bioexorcist, bitch? I'm the best, I've been dead, but get this, I'm the shit Juno don't want me gone from this prison that I'm in but get the rhythm ripping and the dead'll listen Ya gotta get me outta this scene...1, 2, then I can bounce on 3 Evil lounges deep in these streets, speak and the demons' sound'll release me Please...let me put it very simple, I get rid of the living like pushing puss outta pimples I'm with you...my mischief fits a fistful of middle fingers flipped fully intended to insult See I'm tryna write a rhyme to vibe with, but Thicke picked my style grinding Miley Cyrus If I never died, I'd find em and I'd get violent, never let em live a lie like their mind's this stylish And professional,so you'll never know a better ghost, am I theoretically heaven sent or a devil's dose? Bet you'll never know, bless a kinetic flow, guests gonna say it 3 times, it's inevitable Bask in my disdain, and I got that passionate display Got that ghastly ghostly face, and I know I'm an ass hole, I'm a snake Noxious gas provides that flame every time I craft a rhyme and rage Raucous, crass, and I'm grimy, dangerous, I'm a mastermind from the grave, say it [Chorus] Say my name, say my name Say my name, I'm a hitless rapper straight to the grave, sing If you are recently deceased, here's your handbook It's the handbook, the God damn handbook [Verse 2] Yo, I got a tortured soul, I know this story's old But the more it's told, then the more I grow And the more I grow, then the more I'm potent And the more I'm potent, the better the infectious venom is in the song WHOA...so come on under with the shovel, show me that you've got the guts for this trouble And I'll blow, I know I can muster up double what you wanted, but you uttered it, calling me triple, come on So fuck off, you know I got hellish shit, a beer bellied hellion is better than a skeleton Lemme get the helter, meld it with the skelter, and then develop a fellowship bellowing rebellion Dig it up, anybody sickened by a lyric, go on spit it up Give it up, you can never beat Beelzebub, Keaton's that demon, a beetle-man, keep it real and rough Oh people, you feeling tough? See me test strength through the ceiling and up Keep believing I'm a freak show fuck, keep a buck, I'm released and I'm feeling pumped No keeping it low key, I'm a demon Loki Know me? I'm a manic man of mischief, and I'm feeling so free After hearing those people speaking their speech and repeating those three Villainous syllables that are so me, I'm the ghost with the most so go and scream [Verse 3] Yo this is showtime, yeah this is go time Oh this is flow time, croak and dig a hole time Opening the coal mine, to fuel inhuman dope rhymes And I'm so right, that I'm gon' die As long as I vocalize I know that I've got no life And though my throats dry, I know I s'posed to try To show my emotions are potent, I've known this whole time Spoken notes, they lied to me, I'm focused flowing and so alive

[Verse] This is a sweet dream slowly spun into a nightmare I only wanted slumber, no unholy potent night terrors The lights there, but it's glow is only slight So my copious amounts of vocals focus on my life's fears I'm Freddy Krueger in my music cuz you're sleeping on me I need to speak alarming speech a lot cuz demons haunt me I need an army just to deal with all these feelings taunting I'm feeling weak and I fall asleep a lot cuz dreams are calling me Better get ready to let it feed on my energy Several feral heretics preachings infecting me never regret the devilish speech through my set of teeth Deafening R.E.M. is a blessing when I get to breathe A narcoleptic insomniac is an oxymoronic concept Inherently odd, conceptually farfetched, an honest problem I'd swear to God I'm off my rocker and I'm dreaming, but I'm an artist aren't I? [Chorus] Sweet dreams are made of these Who am I to disagree?

V1 I'm an angel, but broken and painfully soft-spoken Aching with all motions, patient with God, coping The hate in my brain's potent and waking my thoughts, floating Away in the stars motioning for Vader to walk over Closer, fall over, face has fashioned a mask Every wave I rap is a sado-masochist act Making Matthew get mad but erasing the lad's past And painting a vast masterpiece hanging in matts lab Rad...I'll use a metaphor and make a better story Sad, cuz all the letters pouring wetting measures bore me Mad, is what my mental force is getting towards, tormenting Tasks have weathered, worn me, begging for a gasp, RAP I've been battered and broken, I call 'em beats Half of me is rapid approaching my last sleep But the other half is hoping my habit can hold me Whole intact, and go back to the old me, before me [Chorus] When angels fall with broken wings I can't give up, I can't give in When all is lost and daylight ends I'll carry you and we will live forever V2 This audio it lifts me up to where I thought I'd go With rock 'n' roll, I listen and bump it through all my obstacles Vamanos, gotta get going, the hip-hop honor roll Is popping full of comical nonsense, I'm bout to lock and load ...God I thought I was better, at least I used to be Truthfully this music scene is brutal what it do to me A frugal teen communicating fruitfully who grew to be A stewing evil putrid beast who's spewing heat in tunes and speech I can't stand what I've become, it's damn hellish But every time a rhyme is belted I bellow angelic I can't help it, swell up from this mellow man helpless To relish in these feelings I've felt but I can't sell it So to hell with it...but the music never left me Never when I'm neck deep in regret did it ever rest asleep Death, will it beget grief, severance or set me free? Never will I ever be left leaping to bless Matisse V3 Why can't I beat this? I cry on high as I'm shrieking I'm dying quiet and meek in these tired rhymes that I'm speaking I lie alive in a peacefully pious fire, I'm freaking out Finding viable pieces and tryna finally reap what I dreamed Deafening, never has anything felt so heavenly Blessings, regret, and this hellish effigy are meant to be Meant to bleed, broken and fleeting is every measure's beat Let me be, forever this carries me til the death of me

[Chorus] Yo I'm the dopest vocals y'all don't know about So I'ma transform 'fore I roll out I'm hoping folks'll notice what this flow's about So I'ma transform 'fore I roll out Yo I'm the dopest vocals y'all don't know about So I'ma transform 'fore I roll out So I'ma transform 'fore I roll out Yo I'ma transform 'fore I roll out [Verse 1] I'm hiding behind a facade, nice but I'm frightfully odd Quite the delightfullest type bright kid, my life's in a fog Even if I had a hypeman right here to hype up a song Y'all wouldn't bite because my hits' vibrance is silence and Sauce Not many know cuz I don't throw vocals in Happy Meals Opening your bag of fast food up to some rapping skills But I don't give a crap bout half a mil, snagging a deal Passionate feelings, fact is it fills Matthew, that is real If mass appeal is the goal, then I'm hopeless I know I'll never blow up round the globe as a vocalist In showbiz, no shit, no buzzing like locusts Ain't no motion rolling down the open road to show gigs [Verse 2] Writing I might be more than meets the eye, like I morphed in speech and rhyme Seething like I mean it, I'm a beast or machine and wired Scheming tryna creep like I'm a cretin, I can speak my mind Shrieking live and lethal but I'm meek, I live a secret life Cue the laughter after I tell cats that I'm a rapper Matthew is in fact the coolest rap track crafter Who You ever knew, fashioned as ragtag or that dapper Half-assing is wack, I have at it it's fractured I'm manic, mechanical, frantic, campy, and randomly dope Rancid are stanzas i chant, my mandible stands with my throat Candid on camera, panoramic's the bandwidth I wrote Damaged and wary, but there's imperative flare when I spoke I'll grab my abacus, you're fractions of Matt when I spit Rapidly rapping these mathematical magical hits Stacked to the brim with satirist quips, I'm a pathogen, sick Half of you halfwits haven't imagined what Matt-isms is