Juicy Fruit

[Verse 1: Levigne] Single handed, right way of life left him selfish and to his own devices Devil contradicts facts and kept him in confinement Lips closed until they were pried, so many secrets he can't find through unacceptable Defiance The depression in appliance Application fell through 'cause matter doesn't matter Doesn't matter, mat or matter, shut the fuck up and get back to Saturn Repetition is the right way of life, left him to his own dеvices Right way of life, right way of life Right way of lifе, only know solo strife 'Cause my teammates fucked off and inted Cyanide in the cap, 20 squid catch, dinner looking nice Lured into a trap, line circles around the graph Bars hold colours, taught to put 'em over white Statement redacted by the paramilitary Confined to a box, all cats mix with poison Poised and ready to pounce, my skelethon is rared Scared, do nothing as always and pass into the lair Do something and pass into the lair faster Bastards are unprepared What's your fear [Verse 2: Idylll] I don't wanna hear about it I don't want my ears Seem to sprout when cloud is clear The how sits here, up mounted Bound in fear I don't feel fixated with south end tears And now shits weird, dumb founded Bound in fear I don't feel complacent or sound in here Countless chances, the key to staying real Throwback to base like playing field Count it Notepads to scrape like brakes and wheels Go mad if it makes you feel Count it Like go back, stay encased in steel Make no last mistakes or graze, no meal I'm glad I caught you before it caught you Thanks Well it's the least I could do for a costume Walk around the nox fumes, bad stench for the breath Thanks, but I've popped few after sextuple, next [Verse 3: Nate Natural] I'm hexed, invader Z instead of I'm closer to IP Vicious, simply interesting me for the lip (Here it is, here it is) I'm already getting over you (How?) No reason to continue the madness, I invented this over chips (Wow) Overloaded with soberness, hold her hips and invoke older and older hits A ghost folder, its... well... something you shouldn't mess with I mean it contain the feelings buried within your soul I prefer my greens overgrown and unposted whole in a holding cell Oh holy well, what fruits hath you produced today? The harlot's been through a lot and needs new news to rejuvenate A half liter of loose leaf? Thanks I might juice, heat, neither No need for a meter to choose meat over the b-beater No need for a meter to choose me over the weak leader Don't blink, you might receive, hah, nobody believe your peak either Still better than a druggie that skeets ether fully loaded Duly noted, you should leave her in the depths but deeper [Verse 4: Levigne] Deeper, push the narrative through depleted pipes I'm Peter Piper picking picket fences out to free the vipers Seen the ripened fruit in visions, seemed enticing Tyson, clean wipe of the brow pre-invite Invite to pre, tier 2 up the ladder is me, teasing lightly Seasoned meat with death caps ground over the top, ordered to eat it nicely No cap, all due respect, I won't be feeding my qi Ay chihuahua Fuck off, I'll explore this cave, and you protect me while I need it, right? See I don't need an order, I know my place from how I'm treated nightly Defeated with a speech about impending doom I think about the things that I don't think about I sit around and tinker with the toys that I don't wish I found My consciousness is overloading, even with a clip of sound Don't repeat my words when I can barely fucking think them out The Thames of word vomit, parsed and par to send a blink of clout End of days, the fucking day that I can surely get a single out Maybe I would make my rounds, maybe I would make it out Comet on the brink of doubt Zoom