King Cobra

Bored.

I've been overlooked.
Funny- Back in the day, I was overbooked.
When my hands just shook for a fix of a drug,
I let it all slip like they pulled the rug.
The buzz slaps me like jeopardy.
Making me sicker than leprosy.
And I ain't even have a shot of Hennessy-
I'm just dealing with my own worst enemy.
This voice in my head that's mimicking me,
Making my heart weak like bradycardia on telemetry.
Now-a-days, they want cash to measure the worth of me.
I only got change, so you can embrace the worst of me.
I ain't got stacks.
I only got anger directed towards these pricks-
Like hating a box of thumbtacks.
They said what's past is past-
B***h, that's what made me crazy.
It's haunting me, like the Grudge lady.
While ya'll parade around like thanksgiving done by Macy's,
I'm letting my bad meet evil like Royce and Slim Shady.
I'm just playing my hands cards,
Making blood suckers reverse, like Alucard.
No, we aren't on par-
I'm Ron Jeremy, you're just an amateur porn star.
So who you f****n' with?
I'ma expose you like new wives out of Victoria's Secret.
And I could do this all day,
I rarely have some zany s**t to not say.
I ain't copy and paste-
I'm the new, new.
F*****g crazy,
Like mental patients having sex in a padded room.
Keep calling me a loser,
I'ma send shells at you like I was kicking a damn koopa troopa.
I drop hot s**t, and people wanna pick it up like a poopa scoopa.
This is just a beginning, the insanity is far from over.
They ask me if I'm using-
I'm totally f*****g sober.
I'm just full of venom and here for the throne...
King Cobra.