Eks Redacted Eks (feat. ZenBeast) - Ekstriplexeks

I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self Whining will not phase me Save yourself you ain't no fucking damsel Be a man, for shame dude Eyes on me, your prime example, anvil My life trajectory was perfect before you came along I was going to leave your mother that summer My tattoo artist still hasn't been paid for this half sleeve Because you need back to school clothes and shoes, every year Nights late with my guys Beers, tunes and some lines Cheers boys, here's to life Phone is off for the night Need a break from the stress Kids, they make such a mess Wife is all on my neck Won't just give it a rest Time Where did it go? I gotta go to work Fucking Goddammit Kid's got a diaper to change I gotta go to work All you kid's do is complain I gotta go to work You wanna play catch with Dad I gotta go to work I gotta go to work These are the worst roommates I ever had Time to give up on being a dad I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self I don't want to raise you Look at me I'm fine, I raised my damn self

Before I even got my car started I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket It must still be on the fuckin' charger What am I Fuckin' retarded? Three point turn brake noise burns I'm already late as it is Accident on Ninety Five Act like you've never seen one in your whole life Never gave a damn about a yield Short cut through a field, too late My fate is sealed Slowing down, Rolling sounds Blue light means I'm screwed right? A few cruisers from 2 or 3 completely distant towns Scream to get ahead But instead they bend their necks To inspect the 6 car wreck from someone who better be dead Wanna see heads roll by the cops as we come to a full Complete Stop Don't make me get out and kill you Because I've got a hammer in my console that will do Before you die you'll stammer "I thought someone was hurt" I'll recant "well yeah, but I'm late for work" As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts As you bleed out on your fuckin' polo shirt I realize I got some of your guts on my work shorts Well I guess I'm gonna have to change I guess I'm gonna have to fucking change (Nice blinker asshole) (You can go faster than 45 on the highway it's only a little fuckin' rain) (What the fuck they're paving the roads, nothing to see but a fuckin' cop) Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em still I'll be making caddy lack trendkill Buy a tank Mow 'em down, grind their bones into the ground Fuck em see I'll be making hate three potpourri Buy a tank Buy a tank

What the fuck? Where's my keys Where's my phone? What the fuck Could have sworn, were right here And I cannot go on In a service trap, lost in time and space Everything is wrong What happened? How could I have misplaced Such necessary things Such fucking necessary shit How will I tell my friends I am running late Will I get there before it ends Will they even wait Why would I just take them off They must have dropped, this Just needs to stop I need to stop Retrace my steps No, I will not rest How will I tell my friends I am running late How will I tell my friends I am running late How will I tell my friends I am running late I couldn't sworn, I never took them off My penance, my hiking clip that I once wore, must've come apart but when It must have when, no, no, no, no, no It couldn't have been when I, did the blow, blow, blow I heard them jingle when I opened the prinkles Though my head is foggy from the beers of my choking soul (Must have been when that bitch convinced me to do that stupid fucking dance Can't believe I made myself look like such a fucking idiot Didn't even fucking get laid) Ah, fuck em No, I will never fucking dougie again I will never fucking doggie again No, I will never fucking dougie again Again I will never fucking doggie again

Disgusting abomination Cursed in flesh Suffer your pathetic existence Crave for death There's no light at the end of your tunnel Descend to suffer until you pull the plug Cry for death It's time to end it all You go fuckin' kill yourself you piece of shit Wrap a plastic bag around your neck And choke yourself you worthless fuck I'm gonna fucking kill you I'm gonna kill you all I'm gonna kill you everybody die right now If you think that you should Then you should kill yourself If you think that you could Then you should kill yourself If you think you really fucking would Then you should just fucking do it Just fucking do it What's there to do What's there to say If God's a myth, why do you pray Save them the pain, save them the tears You need to disappoint everyone every year Saved, Save Saved, Save Save all the food Save all the air Save all the space Just end it here and now Saved, Save Save all the food, you eat Save all the air, you breathe Save all the space Just end it here and now Save, Save, Save, Save

Systemic oppression Don't worry, it's for your own good Shelter your head Place it in the sand Just like they say you should Inject some of this What it is? Beats me, I hear it's good Reject our science And we'll use your corpse for wood I did what was right What the fuck is right? I did what was right What the fuck is right? First they came for socialists (I did not speak up) Then they came for unionists (I did not speak up) Then they came for Jews I did not speak up No one is left to speak up for me now (I did what was right, I did not speak up) No one is left to speak up for me now And my heart, so full of pride To the point that it could burst Could've had a clean sheet Caught sleeping for a game of two halves Lost the dressing room, Chief Give a hairdryer treatment, get a Hollywood Pass Heart is filled with pride Blood is pumping hard Falling to the earth Country of my birth Heart is filled with pride Exploding my insides Bulls with diamond hands Coffins to the moon Brush the shoulder, ain't no bagholder Give me room Have fun in bagel land Leaving with my shovel and pail Keep your dead cat bounce Cause I'm too big to fail Sucks to suck cuck Kick sand, We're sticking to the plan

I know there's nothing you could have done I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be My hands are tied You need to stop, but I'm afraid this is ceaseless Could you at least Pick up the pieces Don't super glue the rush shut But make sure the shaft comes out flush Use duct tape to take the sharp shapes and make them smooth enough for strong puffs I know there's nothing you could do Nothing to pull your smoke into To blow it in my face And fake some worth in you I broke the bong popping off like Hasselhoff And I think I should go bruhah, and save I need to smoke some shit before I fucking lose it The price is right to buy a new strong bong Long live my fucking bong Long live my new bong Ah I seriously don't have shit now what the fuck It's over and over again It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this This is over and over again How can I forget this It's over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again It certainly is What's done has done Now I'll make my own mistake And have fun while I kill someone For the death of an old bowl's sake For the death of an old friend's sake