360, PEZ, Antiheroes - Humphrey Bogart lyrics

Uh forthwrite
Antiheroes, check it

I may talk like my brain’s warped
But, I could step at any session
And end it with a
This ain't no game, sport, and if it is
We're not playin' on the same court
I said with no heart
I could make war with Bogart so don’t start
Ho, I stay spaced, when your show starts
I throw darts at your game face, yo
My mind’s a plain waste
I’m too hungry to say grace
Keep your prayers for passion meals
I eat scraps beneath the stairs in a
Cheap flat in Castlefields
Don’t even speak back, I plan to steal
Everything, from your tracky to the
Medicine in this baggie
Harass me, now the cyanide in your brandy


You call me a bastard and
I reply with "Exactly"
The formula of a nasty accident
Awaitin' to happen and I’m laughin'
Embracin' it
The look on my fuckin' face is sick
Whatever’s comin' i’m awaitin' it
No pressure’s runnin' through my
Brain and shit
I mainly sit and chill, spittin' ill rhymes
Bars upon bars about how ill his rhymes are
And I charge for ‘em now
For each verse I want a car and a house
And I ain’t sold shit, Antiheroes
Broke kids with platinum egos
I roll thick when alone
Stoned with a whole clip in

When I die I hope you go
To hell and get rejected
Get thrown in an AIDS
Infected, waste collected, place scented
With blood, get your face cemented
Then crushed and ended
With a hammer till it's asymmetric
How's that for a crazy head trip? It's hectic
Six million ways to die
To you I hope they're all implemented
Six million states of mind all interconnected
In my brain, all mixed and causin' stresses
And the result is this raw war message
You'll all get hit or develop a gore fetish
Meant to be physically tested
Given crude oil, I'm forced to neck it
Nuttin' more expected
Yo, check it, the flow is perfected
Every punchline is deflected, directed
Straight back at the source's first exit
It's like a slap to the jaw, I stay quiet
Till heads start feelin' cocky and
Begin askin' for war
So stop frontin' 'cause we
Sense the pre-tense you ain't bad
You was probably one of the prefects
What happened? You used to be on it
You reject do you smoke too much green?
(Yes) You losin' sight dream, six points
You still ain't writin' the theme
Now, I ain't tryna impress (uh)
Just because my mother knows a little
Something like I am the best

Yeah, and when I write
I put the knife in your pegs
My rhyme book's a tattoo 'cause
It's inscribed in your chest fuck '60
I'll change my name to Kylie or Jess
Because I roll around Melbourne on
A bike in a dress
The definition of a sellout
Livin' life for the cheques
I'll only write rhymes till I'm
Rich and drivin' a Lex' i'm crazy
I'll drive it up and down the side of a fence
While wearin' diamonds with PEZ and
Wavin' hi to my friends (hi)

And I'm the kind to always lie in my bed
Throwin' slices of bread
Cryin' and say "why aren't I fed?"
And I'm nice despite live there's
Only mics in my set
My DJ said "bye" and he left
Because I'd fight with his decks
Yep, I find that life is why inside
I'm upset i'm excited by death
For me suicide is like sex
But, it's kind of a mess
I'm tryna find a new quest
I'm only rappin' this because it
Felt like time to confess

Yeah hey, you got no idea what's goin'
On inside of my head nah, nah, really
I mean what's on inside of my dreads
With all types of insects who
Always try to infest
And different spiders in webs
They're all combined at the legs
I've been an alcoholic since the
First time I was blessed baptised by a keg
Buy a pint of Piney or Beck's
And Mum didn't help
Because inside of her chest
She didn't have milk
I was drinking wine from her breasts

Was it a white or a red? Hold on
I'll slice 'em and check oi Mum
Come and meet me now outside on the steps!
"Why?" 'Cause
I said! "Have you had your vitamins?" Yes!
Shut the fuck up '60 before
I bite off your leg
And you're only left with your right 'cause
Your other side is a peg
And you have to hobble your arse around
Look like a pirate with dreads
(fuck off AIDS) what? I haven't got AIDS
I made 'em lie on the test
Now, I can live in
Denial with hepatitis instead (yes)

It sounds good but I'm
Still kind of depressed
It's combined from the test and tryna
Win the title in chess and I'm stressed
Lookin' like I'm Frankenstein in a vest
Gotta try to get dressed with this
Fuckin' pipe in my neck
Uh, think you can kill me
Take my life in a sec?
Well, you're wrong, I'm too good
I won't even die when I'm dead
My rhymes are the best, look
See my mind in effect nah, really you can
I'm missin' the eyes in my head
I'm fine now but there was nine
Straight nights where I bled
But, I guess that's what you get
For havin' lions as pets
Were they tigers? I forget (ha ha)