[Lyric] Dense Hall (Sybyr)

[Intro]
I don't know why you niggas just constantly tryna piss me off
It's not funny, it's not cool (Uh)
You know what? Fuck it, I'ma just go ahead
Rough style, lyrical bitch
Let's go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1]
I'm surrounded by ignorance, fuckin' practicing diligence
Im too deep in the vigilance, just another city sin
Society's over your deity, trying me, I ain't buyin' it, please
Just try to keep your eyes off of me, please
I'm too knowledgable to be acknowledgeable
For calcularies searchin' this to make a rhyme hella hurt
Shove my face in your dirt, I'm sure that will just work
Pussy bitch ass nigga ain't gon' do shit when you burp
Why we gotta be niggas instead of the young black figures
Solving any problеms without using triggers?
That's real life shit, fuck all of this I'm not еven an activist
Go to hell
[Verse 2]
First things first, my name is Mac because I was mad as fuck
Middle school's so horrible, I thought about shooting it up
Yes, I thought about shooting it up
Cmon, now, who doesn't?
Bunch of adolescents tryna fuck me up in the dozen
People think I'm one of the crack some other serious shit
Because I couldn't buy a pack or take a goddamn hit
Some of the other girls befriended me, but now I know that's just a fuckin' lie
Back then, I didn't know what else to say, to high and buy
I hung with niggas, and some other fuckers that will bash me
Just a skinny little fucker that didn't know how to face reality
And it hurts to this day, I was never cool and I stopped trying to
That's why I hate people's people because everybody's a cunt
Now I'm making beats and rappin', busy making this mixtape with some time and passion
My call for action
Fuck reality, it's just an evil distraction
I'll listen to some Versace and some brain washing faggots

[Chorus]
Welcome to dense hall, fuck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making up healings
Busy dealing with bullshit, or 'round every other corner
Calling quits and often calls him a loner, fuck you
Welcome to dense hall, fuck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making up healings
Busy dealing with bullshit, or 'round every other corner
Calling quits and often calls him a loner, fuck you
[Verse 3]
So you think that you're the shit because you have been riding dicks? (Must be)
Possibly the case, because you don't think that I've had shit?
You're just a spoiled little bitch, aren't you?
Yes you are, and I can tell because you're insecure, what a freeloader!
P-p-p—poison your food and water, and watch how I start to slaughter
Your food for thought don't even bother, go die in the land of warfare
And offer your sid is sloth lookin' gnats in a fuckin' coffin
Bury till you can drop in the fuckin' spot with nothing
Disrespect to the evil who never knew the kid (Kid)
This shit is torture, your brain is sane, how mine is
Soda with the fizz, this, drink it then I piss—piss
Top it off the tomb, then mark hell I shoot humanity, bitch
I swear I'm with being fuckin' totalitarian
Make a joke about me, and Holocaust all over again
Like hit everybody black, we're all under attack
Society's just a fuel, making your habitat

[Chorus]
Welcome to dense hall, fuck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making up healings
Busy dealing with bullshit, or 'round every other corner
Calling quits and often calls him a loner, fuck you
Welcome to dense hall, fuck all your feelings
Pain equals money, and drug is making up healings
Busy dealing with bullshit, or 'round every other corner
Calling quits and often calls him a loner, fuck you