Numerous Q’s, Odiious - Between Criminals lyrics

Don't download this mixtape
I'm not a good rapper and neither is Evan
Yeah, yeah whatever ughhhh

Let me start off this song with
A "fuck all the citizens"
I'll stab you with a feather if
You're stepping to my penmanship
In the need for asthma medicine
You're speechless when you here Steven's
Rhymes I'm spittin' with
And the rest of them are feminine
Singin' and their raps are shittier than
What I'm accidentally steppin' in
Mentally givin' in
Depressed so I'm sippin' gin
Your raps are so cheesy that I
Eat it with my Lebanon
Just invested in some Mescaline
Monster, just like Eminem
I only step in the ring to prove you and
Your producer are two pussies
Like fucking lesbians
Kill you with the same AK that
I used to shoot Evan with
I'm a menace just like Dennis is
Committing felonies with the rest of
My fucking petty click only into Milfs
I'll leave you asking where your Nanny went
Wasting away on miniclip
My adress six-sixty-six Hard Drive
Cause that's what I go when I'm getting it
Computerized, super high
"Starry Eyed" like Ellie is
Kill Lil Fats yo, fuck that little elephant
On his mixtape don't give a shit
I should have been on Vinny's mix
Finger on the trigger shit
Trade your life with a pinky-slip
Yo Evan I, I think that's it


I'm faded 'til my vision like a
Picture all black and white
Nocturnal in my cave
During day then I attack at night
They actin' like they like me
Before I turn notorious
This rap got no chorus cause
The repetition borin' us
Deviancy was borin' us, y'all can't stop me
Ball hotter than wasabi
Flow harder than tsunami
Cause, I be that dark
Figure lurking under streetlights
Death from religion said bury
Your beliefs right? Stop
Kill that boy playin' trumpet
"Sam is Dead" thinking I'm losing it
Like I lost a compass
Doubt and the depression how much
Sadness can I stomach?
Contemplate on jumpin'
I turn to a mad man with a musket

Yeah, mad man with a musket
Ugh, chill and add a suffix
Fuck a bitch I bust quick, yeah

The shag of a vagabond
Is strictly between criminals
Lurking in a parking lot, mid-atlantic
Keep his brim to low
Now we smoke 'em out like we
Tossin' in the tear gas
Hear that? Sound of us turning
Future into near past
Poetic, it justifies on "Missing Piece"
Like a mad man
Peace between individuals, criminals
I never had friends

You fucking happy? Huh you little faggot?