Picket Fences - WILDCARD

Say a bunch of shit we don’t mean when we’re upset, yo!

The time we spent it was addictive as the tips of syringes

When it pricks through the skin, lust is dripping her

She had an ass thicker than the tension in this room

Makes me want to investigate the dimensions of her womb

Now we got together under equivocal tension

Because we got domesticated, tried to picket our fences

But our routine is fighting now, getting defensive

Rhymes rival the Bible with all my scriptures on vengeance

Can’t believe I used to think this shit’s vagina’s tight

Now all we ever seem to do is sixty-nine and fight

Rather beat your face some, like you were sniffing china white

Replace your vibrator with a stick of dynamite

But I’m a different kind of guy, that you ain’t gotta be beat down

Taste as sweet as candy, but you rotted my teeth out

Turned a happy home into a haunted house

I hope the memory of my dick will forever haunt your mouth

And fuck the drama promises, we’re both dishonest now

And if I see you with a new dude, then I’mma stomp him out

Oh yes, it’s me!

Obsessive ex-boyfriend!

You flip my switch, I’m like a gas chamber how I vent poison

No choice in this matter, knowing it’s

I be ruining pig pictures like the Zodiac killer

When I first met you, you looked like Jessica Biel

You put on weight, now it’s like I’m having sex with a seal

Motherfucker

Better get your hormones and estrogen right

Because I don’t want to go to prison for the rest of my life

Oh, now you give me silent treatment, Charlie Chaplin

Now the bitch won’t listen, Marlee Matlin

It’s trial by fire, fighting like wildest west, boy let’s spin it wilder

Which way?

Well, this vial of meth or defile all these piles of sex toys

Fuck more alcoholic women in sobriety checkpoints

I’m lying but I’m quick at this shit

My mind just so twisted and sick

I try, but I’m sick of this shit

The rag will just flip on my lid

I’m psycho and pissed at this bitch

Just fire at chicks and at kids

Like I’m just not giving a shit

My rhymes are just sick with this shit but…

Okay, I say a bunch of shit that I don’t mean

When upset I’m going for the throat to anyone I see

But I know this hate just manifests itself inside my rhymes, shit

Can’t expect to be different with the same fucking mindset

The only person I can change is myself, like maybe I’m the selfish motherfucker

here who made this hell

Imagine that

I’m grabbing a cab

The plan of attack

Is animal rap

I ran it all back

And damaged this track

So yappity-yap

You’re chattering back

My was psycho

And if you’re feeling this, then you need some fucking help like I do

The truth is, I can honestly see that in all my failed relationships,

the common denominator was me