Bad Trip - IDK, Geek, Ryan Lee

I see an angel

Walking beside me

Asking me if I would like to come home

Would like to come home (4X)

Have you ever heard the sound of 100 Choppas

Bussin at you from every angle

Make your body freeze like a statue

Hack you

And then Kurt Angle

Slam you like pissed off police

That’s what happens when you put IDK on the beat

This is a brief warning, bitch don’t push me

If there’s a fight I start

You a 12th round rookie

I’m the kid who faked bomb threats to play hookie

You the type that’s born hermaphrodite and keep the pussy

Pussy

I’ll fuck up your whole life

Soon as you find out that I’m fucking your whore wife

I walk inside the room, tell your daughter to hold tight

And if the hole tight

I still give her the whole pipe

That was my other side talking, He sort of lost it

Because the side that he’s trying to follow’s inclosed by caution tape

He’s dead, He’s dead

I have no head

My frontal lobe is hanging from a noose of thread

I see an angel

Walking beside me

Asking me if I would like to come home

Would like to come home (4X)

I hate positive beings that try to make thing seem

Like everything’s okay

When the reality stings

Like 40 rounds from a K

Shut up your face before I cut off your head and use your brains as a display

I like eating ice cream

The thought of

Excites me

The thought of killing innocent tourists and leaving their bodies in a forest

to rigamortis right before I sightsee

Makes me content

Its the way that I vent

One time I torched my landlord for asking for rent

I had a bad day

He came at the wrong time

Approximately a minute after Satan called my landline

I see an angel

Walking beside me

Asking me if I would like to come home

Would like to come home (4X)

Dear insanity

Who’s the man in the vanity

Ego big as a manatee

Manically eating anchovies

In the midst of calamity niggas panicking

He’s as cool as the pillow he suffocated your family with

He’s frantically trying to better humanity

He loves fuckin so fuck it he’s profanity

And no scantily clad women

He had been in

Still suppressing memories from when they dads went in

And he’s gross like flatulence

If niggas think they gassed up let the match commence

Until he opens up the hatch

Get the rachet

And like a pool shark, he’s walking out without a scratch — he wins

He’s been insane

His personalities clash

He feels like he martin pain

He looking in the mirror

I think he’s looking at me

Apparently he makes his appearances in a beat

Sincerely

Ryan Lee

Reverse the fucking Coupe

Then I shoot at you through the sunroof

I cut back on my drinking

One line of coke and just one brew

Show you the art of war with a oyster knife

This ain’t Sun Tzu

Tell ya momma to come through

We can kick it like kung-fu

Come on bitch you tripping

Really I promise I’m not that deranged

These rappers are lames

Okay I’m reloaded

This Gensu

Will make you drop out of your brain

Fuck ya Maybach

Bitch i got a propeller plane

On top of my Honda Accord

I hover through earth

I have one hell of a day

The kick on this AK is crazy

BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAATTT

Damn

One hell of a spray

I’m Tony Montana and Hellen Leshae

Put 2 in ya face, put you in a grave

A bad mix of narcotics has got my bitch pukin'

I like white sluts that suck dick for fig newton

My music influencing heroin usage

And if you dumb enough to do it fucker you’re stupid

Its like the mind of leatherface meets George Lucas

Kidnap Ke$ha then I beat it till the whore stupid

I’m the type to tell a bitch to suck my dick inside a church

And if she ask me why, I lie, and say its in a bible verse

I’m the worst

I think I’ll probably carjack a hearse

Run up to a senior citizen and jack her fucking purse

Pursuing a rap career wasn’t in my plans, ho

Plans, ho

I would have been just fine

Running round trying to slash thoughts asshole

I think I need a shot just to kill the pain

Fuck a shot I need an automatic block to my brain

Bitch I’m a drinker and driver

Conniving thief and a liar

Aspiring pervert conspiring a way to spy on Mariah

When she comes out her attire

I’ll beat my dick till its tired

And when she turn around I’ll jump up off the tree that I’m hiding in

After that never rap again

Thats the reason I came in this rap career

To get a physical look of Mariah’s rear

Messiah is here

You tired of fear?

Drink a bottle of tylenol till you start to feel

Ahhhh

Tired, you hear?

Bye