[Lyric] Jumping Jesus (SCRAPS (@originalplaguedoctor))

[Verse]
Fire up the kiln, 'cause I've got some clay to mold into an action figure
My hero
Academia wasn't for me, I'm a zero
Though I got a couple gold chains stashed in my bureau
So who's really the square kid?
Don't you fucking dare, kid
You cannot compare this
To any other artist that isn't blessing your ears right
Tears might fall when I tell her that I see through
Every single lie she wanna tell me, got a sweet tooth

So why exactly would I want her bitter ass?
I mean, I'll be honest, I like a bit of sass
But I prefer it under my gums, I'm not done
I'm pumpеd to share my vision and mission with y'alls sons
I ball a bunch, I hit the mall for brunch
I got the call to stunt
Thе treasure's all for one
Or is it one for all?
Just put your buns to walls
Expose your cunt and sprawl
I'm bouta murder this, I'll keep it succinct, coat mink
I don't really wanna smoke it if it ain't got no stink
Told you bout my gold chains, now I want a gold sink
Figure out a plan for your life dude, go think
Use the small amount of brain cells that you got
Or keep living a lame life and sell your pot
Get a couple dollars and try to change the world with 'em
Bitch you make me so sick I wouldn't even hurl with ya

Curling the weight of the world, I'm getting burly
My hair's getting long and she said she like it curly
She wanna play in bed with me all day
She told me when I fuck her do it all ways
She said she wanna keep my heart for always
I ain't believe her, so I kicked her to the hallway
I'm standing up, good posture, yeah the tall way
I told you if you miss me that I'm simply a call away

I'm tossing shake into the crowd how now brown cow?
Bown down if you love me, oh you miss me? Now, now
Ow ow, burnt my finger, the pencil's on fire
I'm at the pinnacle, like I climbed a spire
Dire straits, I'm going higher, higher, hey wait
Don't go with out my card, I worked hard
I'm the captain of the ship like Jean-Luc Picard
Bacardi for the bitches, I hardly get to itching
After I got like, I don't know, ten shots in me
Ten blocks with me
Like ten Glocks with me
Earn your fucking stripes, pay up, and then hop with me
Bop, shimmy, bop, shimmy, yay in my bloodstream
'Fore I hit the grave I want a maiden to hug me
Or maybe all I really need's a maiden to tug me
It's never been a good look, hate, it is ugly