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Walter White

Hunter Bentley on February 10, 2013 22:57

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    Produced entirely by myself (not yet mastered version from the EP Sacred Geometry)

    Lyrics

    Verse 1
    I’m dedicated you haters can fucking cease to exist
    
if it ended up blowin up you’d fuckin reach for my dick

    Its funny, how mother fuckers get fixated on shit

    they hated a day ago kickin it back at they crib
    
Lick my sack and my dick, you fucking faggoty kid
    
I never ask for this my actions were the path that I led

    and Its the math in my head, the endless word combinations
    
and face to face with him satan patiently waiting temptation

    Chorus
    Dressin like I’m Jesse Pinkman, I’m more Walter White
    in the lab cookin madness, and spit it all tonight
    
breaking bad for the chapters, you know this shit is tight
    
I master my craft bastard I’m just living life

    Verse 2
    knock, knock, let me in who the fucks there
    
this is satan mother fucker with a blunt and some beer
    
who the fuck even cares, a year straight in the drain

    I guess I get why mother fuckers never wanted to change
    
its just the days mold together like a minutes a year 

    yeah I’m crazed tell the shrink I think we’re finished in here 

    and then I change to a beast when the minute is near
    its the minute I hit the mic its like your stricken with fear

    Chorus
    Dressin like I’m Jesse Pinkman, I’m more Walter White
    in the lab cookin madness, and spit it all tonight
    
breaking bad for the chapters, you know this shit is tight
    
I master my craft bastard I’m just living life

    Verse 3
    Relapse I feel that, fuck dealing with stress
    
I aint the type of fucking cat to deal with feeling my death 

    and if your feeling my raps, just come along for the ride 

    and we can smoke DMT until our feeling has died 

    and it’s the day that we’re living man it aint worth shit

    first off you fucking idiots take care of your kids
    
this is as sad as it gets, you fuckin ignorant pricks 

    I’ll sever heads and bury friends just to say that I did

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