Lyrics

Fed’s watching!
uh oh!
I said, Fed’s watching!
fed watching, fed watchin!

they say,
I’m too cocky!
ain’t never dropped a body!
it’s true!
the fed’s watching!
and they know it too!
but I do pull strings.
I take care of community,
behind the scenes…
with no reciepts.
i learned to lie,
I lead with deceit,
at my level,
I’m invisible,
I still compete,
hands bloodied,
slapped the concrete…
titty’s tiny,
still seeked,
soaked, and covered in fuckin’ skeet,
think I’m scared of anyone?
I pray one day I fatally bleed…
an end to the toxic oxygen I constantly struggle to receive,
I can’t even send my cousin money because if I do I’ll lose the only bro I ever sat next to as the Wolves feast…
I can’t answer unknown numbers, never know who trying to set you up…
right bruh?
yeah, ha,
like I ain’t know!
I’m a river bottom bitch,
eyes spot a catfish from way way down that dusty road…
I used to play in the Grand River shooting the water because I didn’t want to eat the horse, gross…
This my city, I don’t need to identify no gunman,
round here, ScumBob the Flying fuckin’ Dutchman,
a poltergeist in a green glowing pirate ship,
pie wrist bitch,
that’s a slice from the hands to the to elbow back to wrist,
you ask anybody if they know us, bet they plead the fifth…
“who dat is?”
exactly, and you thought you really slid,
you really did, down the slide into the muddy puddle peppa played in, bloody rained outside last night, shit, like, she it, damn, again,
“Who dat is?”
say,
“who dat is!?”
“I don’t know HIM.”
“nor do eye.”
“nobody…nose…”
knock on the door, ain’t nobody home…
she may be sleepin’, she may be creepin’,
maybe at the E.R. tryna peep innn, day dreaminnn’,
damn,
beamin’!
they said I say a lotta nuttin’!
Fax Machines…
I got ‘em digitally screamin’,
the digital demons,
Fed’s stare,
“Damn, we can’t see shit…how the fuck are to prosecute!? there’s nothing to convict! we ran the name, alias, and artist data, no part of this actually exists…”

WOW! WILD! almost as if it’s just psychosis 😋 See, I’ve insomnia, or allergies, Hella seizures, lumberjackin hella trees…

They said don’t you fire back! I said I will to the same track! and bust dry humping a Walmart guitar, from the backseat of my besties Pulsar, I’m a fuckin noisy noodle, just the way that I are.
I are..
I are…
huh!?
I ARE!
where!?
who!?
ME!
You!?
yes…
the one always roaming unarmed without a vest!?
so you think…
maybe you’re right,
maybe you’ll bleed!
ha!
never know with meeee!
I send one text, eyes close, hands move, somebody, something, speaks…
Roman’s out here trying to get some revenge,
but,
I’m in Milwaukee, it’s gotta Brew, Her praise has got me in a mood, ooo, I need to Packer back into the suitcase, mother fucker said “Go Badgers!” I cracked up in laughter! I’m a Hawkeye, here at Kinnick, nothing else matters!
especially when we’re back in black and the stomps are thunder!
the Fed’s across the field! yeahhh,
they across the field!
hey!
across. the. whole. field!
we say “Fuck ‘Em”

For. Realllll!