[Intro: Fiphel]
Dude, I just bought these lyrics online
Yeah, they're so dope we gotta lay them right now
Alright, hold up, let me get in the booth
Alright, hold up, I'm gonna get in the booth right now
Hit record. No, we going?
We going? Alright, let's do it
Let's fucking do this!
[Verse 1: Fiphel]
The poster on my wall says “DO OR DIE”, nothing else is in the picture
Keep your beer and balls, I don’t bother with the pitchers
Grip the mic until I blister, you can keep hollering
Threats, but it’s really more intimidating if you whisper
Eventually I’ll amount to seven figures
‘Cause I’m three hundred pounds and I’m only getting bigger
I’m barely even 20, but you can call me “mister”
‘Cause your ass wouldn’t recognize class if it kissed you
I smoke Cojonus, fuck a Cristo like a Swisher
Because I can taste the nuance, that's why I taste the new ones
But I ain’t had a good cigar in almost two months
'Cause I can barely feed myself with all these fucking coupons
I’m kinda judgy, and not just with the flow
I’m obnoxious and I’m actually psychotic on the low
I’m suspiciously sadistic and I’m selfish, yeah I know
But I’m taking it to places no one else would ever go
There’s some crazy shit that you could find
If you climbed into me and mainlined through my spine
And divined how the fuck to unwind what’s entwined
In my mind, and I hate to ask but do you mind if I mind?
To be honest, I’ve never been very private
You can ask me anything, there’s nothing that I’m hiding
I say I hate people but I’d certainly be lying
If I said that I would rather live on a deserted island
So I guess I’m indecisive, or maybe I’m just biased
You can hate, but they say you shouldn’t mock it ‘til… who wrote this shit?
I can’t comprehend my life or even others
And that’s what bothers me as I lie beneath the covers
[Pre-Chorus: Fiphel]
They told me not to try to escape
They said that I’d be shot in the back
But I can see the other side of the gate
I’m running and I’m not coming back
[Chorus: Fiphel]
You’re just as quick to lie as all the other pricks
So tell me who you think you’re fucking with
You can find an outlet and stick your tongue in it
I’m done with this invasion of patience, so pick your punishment
[Interlude: Fiphel]
Yeah, you know what it is
It's Fiphel
Fiphel adventures
Fiphel, it's two thousand and kurt-teen
Fiphel.com
Fiphel til the very end, forever and ever
For a hundred years
Ah, I can't do this. I'm sorry...
[Verse 2: Fiphel]
Sometimes I forget that I’ve been doing this for years
I claim I’m okay as I water tulips with my tears
Always something on my mind ‘cause I’m running out of time
And I stumble through it blind ‘cause the future isn’t clear
Maybe that’s because my hope is just as foolish as my fears
And my skin isn’t quite as bulletproof as it appears
I’m a lyrical engineer, in the booth I persevere
But now I’m knocking back a scotch to blend the boos in with the cheers
Tell me who still isn’t here? You’re lucky, hope you know it
It’s one thing to be a rapper but it sucks to be a poet
And for me finding somebody is hopeless
You’d have to be nuts to be in love with me and with my gluttony for show biz
Now I’m cutting deep to open
My gut and bleed out slow, buried underneath the pulpit
You fucking think I’m joking? Get up and read the obits
Way I see it, we’re all gonna die, but at least I chose it
I’m sorry, that got dark pretty quick
You think I’m sick? I'll admit that it’d be hard to admit
I started this to see how far I could get, and to call you out on your shit
Now why the fuck would I start just to quit?
[Pre-Chorus: Fiphel]
They told me not to try to escape
They said that I’d be shot in the back
But I can see the other side of the gate
I’m running and I’m not coming back
[Chorus: Fiphel]
You’re just as quick to lie as all the other pricks
So tell me who you think you’re fucking with
You can find an outlet and stick your tongue in it
I’m done with this invasion of patience, so pick your punishment
