Bout It Lyrics

Every chain a burden
Hanging round your neck
Your selling your soul off
These idiots forget
Black on black Air Force
Making commiserations
This suicide hotel
Making reservations
Nothing but black clothes
Nothing with labels
Nothing I don't own
No fuckin' with labels
I don't want no part
Of your facade
I'm making my own path
A million rappers all in the *spitting*?
Your slipping on faux pas
Running with corpses

Is leaving your ship wrecked
See what ever I spray
I will disinfect
Ya kidding ya self
Day after day you've been kidding ya self
Over indulgent image of self
A million viewers ya kidding ya self
Arch your misery
Rubber Jordan
All of these words are falling on deafness
I'm on the verge of packing this all in
X2
Rubber Jordan
Rubber Jordan
For whom the bell tolls
X2
Rubber Jordan
Stay on that old shit
I'll stay on my new shit
Jamming a square peg in a round hole
Its never a true fit
I had a sick line
I just forgot that
Fuckin the scene
Your officer Dibble's
Not the iris of Top Cat
Stuck in the middle
Between no one knows
Your give me your half
Then I'm.....?
From under this black cap
Stay out the black cloud
Delusions of grandeur
Your pulling my cap down
Throw away artwork
Come for the downloads
Still up on charts
My dick is still on hard
*Needs more work*
Lyrics Submitted by Nasher