Bad Words - Wombat

Yeah

Getting sick of this, been living ridiculous

A village idiot swigging liquor, I lit a cigarette

I’m listening but ain’t been impressed, militant with an ill intent

Yeah, been a threat but they still pretend I ain’t spit like the illest yet

It’s been a sec but I’m back to shit on the internet

Lyrics get written within a milisec'

Infinite wisdom, limitless intellect

Nikola Tesla with a pen, still I jest

But have a look, I was scheming

I was cooked as a teen drug fiend, looking bulimic

Mother couldn’t believe it

Must’ve shook her to see it

I was hookd on the stuff like «Nah, don’t look at me mum

Caus fuck, I look like I’m beaming»

Cuz I look like a demon, couldn’t give a fuck what I’ve done or what I’ve

achieved

Cause it’s nothing, it’s lost all meaning

And I’ve got issues with trust and got a good reason

As if these cunts would believe it, but still I feel like I’m the boss though

Taking my shot like Jon Snow with a crossbow

Looking for God but I lost hope at the crossroads

Contradict myself, I’m the top bloke but I’m not though

Probably just a drongo, yeah

Yo, my soul’s freezing

Sunny days are like a cold evening, yeah

Try to control breathing, hold, deep in

But still I perceive the fall

Yeah, still I could see my soul leaving, see my soul leaving

Skitz and I cut my arms up, Taylor loves my bars

She gets off when I get on the mic cause I’m fucking hard

I lost my mind but forgot I need a reminder to find it before the clock restarts

I’m living backwards, my past and future are crossing paths

I don’t know when the outro ends or this song will start

If it’s finished or what’s the part when the lyrics go «Um and ah»

Wait I promise I’m not retarded, I promise I’m not bizarre

I’ve just lost my marbles, nah honest, I’m lost my-nah

Ohayogozai-I must drop a bomb on Hiroshima

No lying, no other writers are rhyming as sly as us

And even if they did, we’re clipping their wings till they spin in a downwards

spiral

And then bite the dust

Won’t survive in this climate cause times are tough

Arising up wiser, getting better with age like some Irish whiskey

Don’t mind me, I’m just blind as fuck

Drinking, watching my liver die and sipping the finest stuff, right as fuck

But who am I to talk?

Suicidal thoughts spiral forth, still I ride the storm

I see life through the eye of Horus until I’m reborn

Mind of eye and started in the Prada 4

Strike like Iron Mike when I fight some form, I am raw

What’s the definition of a checkered kid, cause I am sure

Dodge any obstacles in the rocket full of fossil fuels I’ve acquired from

Dinosaurs

No one’s rhyming better than me, you’re as high as Empire State

I’m get higher till I’m in orbit, looking down on the planet then I’ll absorb it

Haven’t even reached my final form yet

Still I’m watching rivals forfeit, try ignore us

Rip out your vital organs and try to walk bitch

I’m kinda awkward, my mind’s distorted

Yeah, going state to state just like I’m imported

But I go to my stays, off my face and all the flights I’ve boarded

If I sigh, I’m not tired, it’s just a sign of boredom

From wack rappers who try to record, it’s time to call quits

The missus giving me head as I kick back

That bitch so thicc, making my dick fat

Grab her by the neck, switch positions, giving her whiplash

Just a degenerate derelict dickhead that can spit raps

But in fact, I used to be lying little scummer

I used to need to fix a crack in the pipe like a plumber

Anxiety psychosis, why you think that I stutter?

But maybe I’ll just shut up, maybe I should up

Fuck it cuz I’ll just shut up

Yeah

These are bad words

Yeah

These are bad words

Don’t let your kids listen to the bad words

Yeah

Bad words