Table for 2 - Craw

So I’m at the restaurant

About to break bread with this dirty mother fucker

I hate this dude — I swear to god man

He sits down and starts running his mouth

And I’m like, yo, yo, hold up

Let me break this shit down for your real quick

I was like ay yo, ay yo

You are not worthy

You are not worth the effort it take to fight ya

Only way you comin round is if you circle jerk the cypher

This is Erkel murkin' purple rain born a prince became a writer

Spirit name Jesus

First name Michael

Doing it better whatever it take

Movement the letter remember the name

Ebb with the pain sway with the flow

Rain or shine, impeccable tho

Sinking in deeper, thinking that we could

Beat all the creatures, hit um with ether

Maybe delete the evil in me cause

How can I kill what I cannot see

Why don’t you come with me

Up in the mirror like set that fucker free

All my life I been trying to feed the beast

But set that table for two

Cause misery loves company

So I say that, and this mother fucker stands up

And starts yelling, like the food was cold or some shit

I can’t take it man

It take a moment for my mind state to acclimate

Get into a place where I can stay actin straight

So i activate the acid rain and ascertain

How much ass n brain could get this kid to act his age

He’s after fame I’m after change its the same game

But lanes change to maintain you gotta think of erraythang

So I anticipate the mixed debate and fuckery

Before the Fake snake could taste a sip of gluttony

Now he lookin at me sideways like my way defines fate

And he done missed the exit on the highway

Well fuck this dude and his words and his life and his nerve

Who the fuck he think he is, word I’m out

So I’m done, and I’m ready to fuckin leave man

The server walks up, and brings me the bill

And there’s only one meal on there

And I’m like, what the fuck?

You’re gonna let this dude eat for free?

After all that shit?

The server looks me up and down, angry as fuck

Like, «sir, you’re the only one at this table»

I look across from me, and all I see’s is an empty chair

And I’m like, wait, what the fuck?

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