Kasland, Jarren Benton - Insanity lyrics

Did I ever tell you
The definition of insanity?

Fucking insanity got me about
To murder these rappers let's get 'em

This is how I make an entrance
When I'm 'bout flip a nut
I don't even spit a sentence on
The track and rip it up
People say I'm so offensive
Do you see me give a fuck
Feeling so damn apprehensive, man
I should have given up
I started this shit thinking walk in the park
Just give me one year
I'll be topping the charts
I knew I was wrong when I shot in the dark
And the only thing I missed
Were the marketing parts
Now I'm making that change so


I target your hearts
Classy with a rough past, so pardon the marks
Started making enemies everywhere that I went
Now I howl at the moon and
I bark at the stars
Yeah, now it's like this shit's a part of me
I tried to take a look into my future
But it's hard to see
So pardon me for running blind
And swinging at an artery
I had to face my fears
Now do you think that you can startle me
Nah, and these people can not handle me
I keep expecting shit to change
But wait a minute, can it be
The fact I stay on repeat be
Why no one's understanding me hey Jarren
(What up
Kasland?) I think this shit defines insanity

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Then it goes right back
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Then it goes right back

While you rappers was having periods
I was just building pyramids
That shit you spit is gibberish, frivolous
I ain't hearing it
Stick a dick in your mouth, bitch
And go shove a beer in it fuck an exorcist
Head spin around like a pirouette
Fuck y'all, lick taint
Sick enough to lick paint
Sniff 'cane with Whitney and Rick James
What you mean now, bitch, I ain't insane
I ain't never signed with Tech
But I been strange bad-a boom, bad-a bang
Got a room by the lake
I'm tripping like fuck off the
Shrooms that I ate
She don't swallow cum so she
Stroke on my dick let me spew it in her face
Yeah, Jesus Christ, I'm so fucking nice
Crown me the illest rapper that
Have clutched the mic
Your momma go buy me some gators
If I fuck her right
She let me cut her all night and
I ain't even touch a knife
My city's sleeping
Got me pissed off and sick
These rappers couldn't hang if they
Was Rick Ross' tit's
I'll wipe a haters fucking lip
Gloss off my dick
And I murder everything so you
Can just call it quit's, bitch

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And it goes like that
Then it goes right back
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And it goes like that
Then it goes right back

I offer all my mind and if you pass
Then you'll miss out
They said to turn it up so
Now we're blasting it this loud
I say we live it up cause it's
The last day I'm in town plus I'm rich now
Can finally ask Taylor Swift out
Nah, I'm serious, will you date me Taylor
Us together would be flyer than an aviator
Plus, you're rich, could pay for dinner
And could save me paper
Then can write your next song and
You can thank me later i'm a dick and a half
What can I say? I'm not afraid
Of people kicking my ass
I'm moving on with my career while
Y'all just live in the past
So take another hot production and let
Me rip it in half, let's go

And it goes like that and it goes like that
And it goes like that
Then it goes right back
And it goes like that and it goes like that
And it goes like that
Then it goes right back