Haywirish - WILDCARD

Always had this dream when I was little

Working on my cavities with a pack of Skittles

My backpack was full, I was skipping school

I guess even back then I had some different rules

Individual with the vision that’s screwed up

Everything I had, it was bad I needed new luck

I would scheme a scheme trying to get a few bucks

That was back then, this how I grew up…

Yo, yo

Pain, it came insane and changed the blood through my veins

The rhythm is bangin' and given this shit I be takin' rejection insane

When I be thinkin' of talkin' about ex’s these people think I’m emo

I ain’t' sad cause miss her, sad because I miss her deepthroat

C4 with these flows and please know that I’m below

Sub zero when I freeze foes with this Deep Blue Sea flow

Keep those enemies closer than mi amigos

I’m an Irish white boy with Spanish blood, call me miglo

Balls are more hardcore like escorted from court to conquering

Like words of the court and they morphin' into Clockwork Orange again

My origin from California then, lived in Washington

I’m still stuck between them dawg;

I feel like fuckin' Oregon

More than winning a war until I torture them and court them in

Through mortuary doors and leave them torched in crematoriums

I want to use my music for good, and heal these orphans

But I also want more orgies with women than horny Mormon men

Get divorced from them after I’m bored with them

Then I hit another four I grip them like a horse

I’m kidding, kinda, sorta, then

You’re not ready for this kid like teens having abortions

Cause I drop you dirty fucks like a whore gettin' born again

Spit out scorpions, I rhyme, a supernatural force begins

It’s like Big L took out the Ouija board and could record again

Fix your face — Friday the 13th

And I left so many dead kids up in your women’s mouth I call it Crystal Lake

I’m Haywirish

It’s like I’m Haywirish

Look I gotta bottle and a problem model

These cats wanna fist fight but I’m homicidal

City of Champions

Champagne Dreams and vigilantes

Brand name jeans, scanty clad bitches and panties

I stash this burner in the pantry

I cock the semi-automatic weapon longer than gambi

You try to tell me that I can’t but I can be

I push forward in this business for my family

My hustle is what Rustle is to Hip-Hop

I must admit to customers I crush this shit and spit rocks

Hustler with just enough insanity to drip off

Bust a nut inside a slut and then I bite my dick off

I must admit I gotta tell the fuckin' trick to step off

Just another bitch upon my bucket list to check off

Lust for this illegal substances it’s like I’m Haywirish

What are the odds I could fuck a bitch with the AIDS virus?

Without a condom on, while she’s menstruatin'

And walk away clean whistling like a mental patient

Hail Mary, Jesus Christ, I think I’m sent from Satan

I’ve been studyin' this bloody Bible with the pencil tracin'

The tense sensation of a tumor and a cancer patient

That’s when you figure out

This is your chance to make it

I’m Haywirish

It’s like I’m Haywirish

Look I gotta bottle and a problem model

These cats wanna fist fight but I’m homicidal

Yeah, yo, yo

I’m from the backs wolf fam, I’m stayin' positive

My throat is fucked from doing shows I need some lozenges

My mind is totally fucked, that’s probably obvious

Still I transform from a little goblin into Optimus

I’m a fire breathin' iron heathen

So swallow my semen

Shit is hot, I’m a fire demon

I’m a Demigod, Master of the Universe

A lunatic, this little fucking bastard never ruin a verse

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t think that I’m the greatest

I babble like a hyperactive retard when I’m not sedated

I take a picture with a fan looks like I’m constipated

But I don’t have to take a shit, I’m fucking concentrating

I keep the image in my head that little monster made it

Rap until my tonsils are inflated at my concert faded

But I ain’t doing fucking drugs dog that shit’s over

I spit venom, sweat bullets and I shit cobras

Little monster got a very healthy appetite

I’m poor now, hope I’m wealthy in the afterlife

I don’t fuck around with lames and I dodge demons

So I ain’t up alone depressed in my garage screamin'

Last night a black girl said I got a large penis

Added I’m a harsh genius, balls as big as Mars and Venus

My style’s meticulous, ridiculous rage

I’ll rip your fucking face off like Nicolas Cage