Certified Problem

[Intro] We interrupt your regularly scheduled bullshit to bring you a message from someone who genuinely does not give a single f**k. Viewer discretion? Yeah… you should probably use some. [Verse] Yo they call me Dylan Real name, no alias I’m a fucking weirdo Stay clear of my radius My thoughts are alien Hell, even I’m afraid of them Inside my cranium sounds like a roaring stadium. Too many Red Bulls, pissing uranium. (eww) And I’m so high, I’m having trouble just aiming it. (f**k!) Like a fire hose, it’s flying around, breaking shit. (Haha) Ended up having a hard time from violently shaking it. (Get it?) I’m a friend of your enemies This beef I can’t let it be I’ve got murderous tendinitis And purest of pedigrees I ain’t got no time, At least for weak bitches See ’em in the street It’s R I Peace, these bitches I’ma keep my finger in the sky, let it linger Till we hit a boiling point, put some oil in your joints. [Chorus] Ripping it up and never giving a f**k about hoe, no, obviously shows on all my clothes, I’m a pro at being cold, flow diabolical, mindset cynical, subliminal when I get to spittin’ a flow (Here we go.) Ripping it up and never giving a f**k about hoe, no, obviously shows on all my clothes, I’m a pro at being cold, flow diabolical, mindset cynical, subliminal when I get to spittin’ a flow (Here we go.) [Verse] Stupid motherfuckers know that I ain’t done yet Alright, going all night till next sunset Till I k**l all of you punks, I ain’t had my fun yet It’s G******e the track — I ain’t leaving one left No-sleep gang, we gon’ mow the whole game (bitch) Mad as hell ’cause they can’t do a damn thang (bitch) Pull up on a tame, mind frame tryna drain Let the nine bang hit him sideways in the brain It’s my way, or the driveway then the highway The “me leaning over you screaming you’re gonna die” way I’ma never stop till I drop d**d I’ma never stop till I stop coughing up phlegm You wanna hear something actually funny? The sound of you gasping and rasping for breath. All this from just a little running? When I’m through with you, you’re gonna be asking for death. When all’s said and done, you’ll be wondering what I’ve done to you Waking up on a table with tubing coming from under you You’ll be coughing out some b***d while putting pressure on puncture wounds I turned you into a Lunchable Hope your stay is uncomfortable. [Chorus] Ripping it up and never giving a f**k about hoe, no, obviously shows on all my clothes, I’m a pro at being cold, flow diabolical, mindset cynical, subliminal when I get to spittin’ a flow (Here we go.) Ripping it up and never giving a f**k about hoe, no, obviously shows on all my clothes, I’m a pro at being cold, flow diabolical, mindset cynical, subliminal when I get to spittin’ a flow (Here we go.) [Outro] Simple and plain, I just wanna get in the game. I want the majority of the public to remember my name. I want the fortune and fame, the struggle and pain. I wanna die, reincarnate and and do it again.