[Lyric] Illusory Belief System (SCRAPS (@originalplaguedoctor))

[Verse]
Oh shit, I think I'm down to my lucky
I might be a vampire, eyes out for Buffy
While I do some slaying of my own
I got men at work, so don't you invade my home
Knock knock, who can it be now? Pop shots
I got past trauma, and I used to sell pop rocks
I regret it, sure, I was just looking for love man
I've been tryna get clean, help me find some Subs, man
Point being, I gave up on love a long time ago
Tried to be a nice guy, it made life impossible
I got shot down every time I reached an obstacle
It affected me negativеly, now I'm volatile
My shit hits hard, you can feel it in your follicles
I'm a simple man I need crеam like a topical
I got the recipe, and I made the shit optimal
Inspect the kitty cat like I'm donning a monocle
Hollow bones ring out every time I hit the wall
Only way that you can take flight from a shitty crawl
You're prolly having trouble understanding my Pitty drawl
I feel kind of cramped like I'm stuck in a mini hall
City trawl, looking for some scraps to feed the team
They're watching him fight just like a gladiator, he'll bleed
Asked me if I need a favor, I said yeah just eat the seed
Beat the meat, I don't waste money on dates
I would, but every time I do it I get raped
Aw wait, let's see if he's making false claims
All names that the people call me come from all fame
Lost game, but I'm bringing it back it's a tall shame
That I can't make more listen
Guess I'll get to more dissing
They're mad I'm moving on, man I got the whores hissing
Got her mounting and bouncing like she's a hot rod piston
I've been cooking up like a hot raw chicken
I don't need to explain, check the story it's all written
I got the entire building moving feet, they're all cripping
My team might be small, but I promise you we're all winning
Looking like they're playing dizzy bat, 'cause they're all spinning
Dog sittin' on a couple bars and dollar bills
Eventually I'll make some shit that you just simply gotta feel
I just got the chip, so it's looking like I gotta deal
If it's your time, look to God, you just gotta squeal
[Bridge]
Go shorty, make me happy with your motherfucking assets

[Outro]
Pass that down, I just wanna face it
Everyone gets along here, no racists
Fruit of the loom, I'm so close that I can taste it
Got money? You can hang, even if you're basic
We just wanna move the culture forward and live right
Come with us and party, I promise you'll have a sick night
It's tight chilling with some people that actually like you
If you steal from me though, I might have to fight you
Diabetes, I think this girl is just my type too
Guess I'll have to swoon her with a couple really nice moves
Hopeless romantic I might write the fem a haiku
If she says no I'll get to rolling like these dice do