I Feel Like - Chade

I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed

I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes

Feel like the whole world should look up and see

Feel like everyone should be more like me

Look up at me, look up and see, my spot at the top, highest branch in the tree

I’m in the sky and you’re in the sea

Look wrong at me break both of your knees

I catch vibes, you catch cases, get torn apart like it’s hellraiser

I hit noses, I break faces, you get hit with the haymaker

I burn bridges, don’t take favors, I scream loud and I wake neighbors

I kill bitches like Darth Vader, I spit fire and melt glaciers

I’ll stay here, won’t fade away

Let’s see what trouble I can cause today

There’s something in my DNA that makes me feel like I’m insane

If you’re talkin shit, I’m on the way

Make your brain rot, your mind decay

Doesn’t matter what time of day, I’ll fry you up like a fish filet

I live my life in perpetual burnout

I’m too focused on the way things will turn out

Need to focus on the music I churn out

Be my own person, fuck what you heard bout

I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed

I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes

Feel like the whole world should look up and see

Feel like everyone should be more like me

So fuck you, I’m crazy as hell

Screamed at the wall just to see if it fell

Cause when you hear that ring of the bell

Whom does it toll for?

It’s you I can tell

Cause if you make a foe of me

You’re in a poem by Poe and me

This resistance you’re showin me

Won’t end well, knowing me

On your coffin is where I’ll lay the floral rose

These goth bitches make me question my moral code

Line you up like the stars for your horoscope

Split your head open, it looks like a portal hole

Filled with dots till it looks like the Baudot Code

I’m too eccentric to talk to the normal folk

I’m not a pro I don’t talk to the formal folk

If you come to squabble, we can have a quarrel bro, ooh

Who’s on the top spot

Angry man that’s under the mop top

Cut off your legs so you look like a crop top

You wanna be me but you’re just a knockoff

Hit you two times like your dad call me pop pop

You wanna rise but you gonna get dropped off

Like if Rafiki tripped over a rock stop

Talkin that shit if you don’t want the chop shop

Ax in your head it look like a shock top

Brains leak outta your skull, call you slop top

Your head like a baby, convertible, soft top

Split you in 4 different pieces like art pop

I go from line to line like a bar hop

And in case you weren’t clear this is where the bar stops.

*inhale*

I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed

I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes

Feel like the whole world should look up and see

Feel like everyone should be more like me

One more time, now let’s see how it be

Don’t trust bitches with crystals you know that they witches

They’ll withdraw your essence and leave you with stitches

They talkin mad shit let’s see how your future feel

They look for the end of your life like a blooper reel

They eatin your soul like it’s some foreign fusion meal

Still ask them nicely, «stomp me with a Cuban heel»

…What?

What the fuck did he just say?

I do not know what the fuck I am saying

This is how my brain sees what I am relaying

Impossible loops of what I am replaying

I’m stuck in em think it is time for the breaking

Vague lines about violence aren’t clever?

Fine fucker, take you out like Hugh Heffner

Toxic waste out my mouth give you sepsis

It spreads to the lungs of my doubters and skeptics

Or maybe you prefer your torture extended?

Crack your ribs, and break every appendage

Look at your HP, I drop that percentage

Or is that shit still not fucking specific

I destroy everything I am a menace

I return all that you serve me like tennis

Everything seen you will see the end of

Everything you hold dear I’ll get rid of

Won’t recognize the world like dementia

Have memory loss every time that I hit ya

Bleed profusely from the place that I bit ya

Specific enough?

Do you get the picture?

Fuck, I’m on tangent like cosine

Leave you red like you tan on a coastline

This shit is ineffable don’t try

Or you end up a snack for the blow flies

Don’t care what I am in yo eyes

Only care what I am in my own mind

I know that you’re sad baby don’t cry

Before yo ass end up with poked eyes

The first rule of gun saftey is always keep your gun on safety when you aren’t

ready to use it

I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed

I feel like Pippen I’m sinking these threes

Feel like the whole world should look up and see

Feel like everyone should be more like me, yeah

Well son of a bitch Clyde!

I’m sorry!

I already told you- get in the truck!