Charles Hamilton - Spinal Cords On Repeat lyrics

I know y'all been waiting in
Patience for oh so long (here I am)
This is more than a beat with words
This is more than a song (here I am)
You can't hold me back i'm a
Monster and i'm way too strong
(way too strong, way too strong)

Shouldn't even put a hook on this shit
Fuck a hook i'm a fish
And i'm looking for chips
That bail money like I just robbed
Money and just paled money
And threw money on the
Fucking thid rail money
I'm the currency, hail money i'm hungry
The food is stale but i'm real hungry
What the fuck I need to shower for
I'm on hour 4
Plus 20 and i'm stuck at this cowards door
Yes CO, we know
You gonna let us out in a second
Cos my mouth is so reckless
For now i'll show remorse i'm
Sorry for what I said
Next time i'm in the airport
Niggas is fucking dead
Yeah, kill them with kindness
Then you surprise them
When they screening me tell them
Eat a penis b then walk off
I mean hey it ain't a bomb threat
The pink lavalamp ain't even
Drop the bomb yet
That's a whole bunch of fire-ass singles
So can it damn it I
Make you perspire mad pringles
I'm sorry if this verse was
Too retarded for ya
But when's the last time I ever
Put out garbage for ya
Am I janitor? you don't ever pay
Me to put out garbage
But garbage is in my way so look out garbage
I'm only happy when it rains
If you happy for my pain I
Hope your daddy's sick with AIDS
And he made you swallow cum for lunch
And you get your AIDS
Test during Sunday brunch
And when it comes back positive
You got to go to church
And pray forgiveness for thinking about
Responding to this verse
And it's about to get worse
Cos second verse is ada beec
Ima make your shit hurt, nigga disperse

I know y'all been waiting in
Patience for oh so long
(yeah, we gon' cut that
We gon' cut that hook short) dig this though

How much harder can I go before you shut up
Shut up, fuck up, like what up
So what up, i'm a nerd from the gutter
My words are like butter
It deserves to be cut up
Dissected, just so you can digest it
Yes it's Charles
AKA Mr fuck up your cholesterol
I bet your own heart won't even get involved
You better farting for gas, let it off
I was born in the 216, rep the 212
So do you want shit
I bet the nigga that write for you don't
Really give a holy shit about your life
So nigga chew on this
Niggas claim to be dogs and wolves
They bark is good
But they can't even walk the hood
Well nigga
I'm Sonic the pitbull with a pink leash
And rabies, get a clue nigga, Jenkies

And on that note
Y'all already know what's about to happen
Turn it up, and turn yourself down
Charles Hamilton