Maybe I'm Detached Lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all gon' make me act up ('Ringe)
They gon' make me act up
They gon' make me act up
Y'all gon' make me act up

[Verse 1]
Racking up power cells, I go on a Rambo romper
f*ck that Mackovich, he stink n' smell, jus' like your bitch
Landfill we go cracking, breaking up all that mess you smearing
They don't like us 'cause we 'bout to leave these f*ckers screaming
"Ayy, ayy, ayy", every goddamn day
I remove you out my way, I rebuke you in my lane
You not weirdo, you a lame, tryna be a corporation
I don't like it then I say it, I ain't finna f*ckin take it
Woah, 'Ringe boy, sound like he breaking off of the camel back
Tacky, tacky, clone of another nigga like you are that
Fill your f*ckin' hole up with soap n' bleach n' detergent, boy
Motherf*ckin', nothing is new around me, I hate it, ugh
Call a plug, slanging p*ssy, smoking Reggie, cop a stussy
Poppin' sober, hanging over, sleeping over, spending cobras
Sucking money, makin' money, baking money. Flippin' tummies
Aggravated, agitated, f*ckin' hate it, eat the pavement

[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he?
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he? I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?

[Verse 2]
They know I don't f*ckin understand yo' lil' broken world
Any move you makin' boy I watch up n' go lurkin' closer
Banging up anything to ease the simple f*ckin' headaches on me
Reaper waiting with me with no warning finna f*ckin' call me
Blood all in my mouth, what I get for prolonging my anger
Breaking down the house, what the f*ck are we doing here?
We got piss to pan to pot, We don't need another plot
We got shit to f*ckin move, now go n' take the damn shot
Ugh, try to undermine me, bitch, I'll tear your f*ckin' ears out
Asking 'bout commotion? I can show what I talk about
Picking up pick up pace, take a piss upon ya' face
Sell the plates upon your plates. I don't give no f*ck today
I got the f*cking rage, none of you niggas fading
My pressure upon the surface of earth, what the f*ck you saying?
Bitch my name Syringe, wash the cum up out your ear
Ayy, Anti-World, blah, blah, blah, f*ck a year, bitch

[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he?
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he?
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?

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