Tell Me... from Season 2 by DTOMe

who you think you are
can you drink this dark
can you hit your mark
with a stick in the park
while you Lick on a Clark bar
who you hit in your car
show true grit who gives a shit
who they are shouldn’t been
walking that’s just bizarre
but tell me who you are





who you think you are
standing there like dumb
taking in the view
staring at the stars
get a kabar in your lung
two or three feet long
squaring out a sum
bout the length my shlong eww
sharing cigars all the way to
the ER pulmonar embolism
brought on from
six feet
ten inch bong hits
heartbeat inner ear drum
smoking on trees
got me feeling real numb
paranoia sets in
everything gets met with
and extra level of skeptic indecision
if it smells like a septic flooded in the winter
as rule of thumb here come the criticism
fuck your cynasizm you must get left with
a face you made back in second grade
got stuck finally like mom always say
better listen to her she sucks my dick everyday trained in the ways of being a slut
she a grenade about go off like a bomb
when she goes unpaid better hide in Guam
maybe I will vacate there one day with a song
put the money in my palm with this saliva spray the brigade marches on
can’t be a laze end up living like me
empty packs of laxative packets and cigarettes clutter up my cabinets
constipation remains absent
shit runs rampant when I move tongue
with the beat in song obligation to drain stagnant water I take thoughts in my skull
pain deep within my brainjust to stay whole
keep from going insane feeling this dull
every fucking day

Who you think your are
I become a transient being
amazing two places at once
in a car speaker speaking
and home in a lazy boy
scratching on my penis
snap a pic because your gonna wanna
see this when I buck up best believe
there’s a reason in the club drunk
in your bitches face I be screaming
she steady talking about leaving
but without me included in her evening
that’s treason she waiting in the trunk
when you find a slut for a threesome
I won’t be the man left behind seething
turned down for what Beech
do you want a beating
she only wanted
me to shut up stop speaking
that’s one rule my mind refuses to agree with
so now she bleeding in the dark screaming
probably leaking seamen because
of me she be dreaming telling grandchildren
unbelievable stories like yeah sure granny you had orgies with Heman in the fourties
and he’s hung like a horsy oh Lordy
grannies off the meddys
out her gourd of course she be
no recourse when a bitch gets forced
behind closed doors into intercourse
unless you film it for revenge porn
let it leak like sweat pores in the marine corps overtime you become more famous for taking dick in the Anus then Ian Gallagher
on shameless
just a free man they call nameless
walking round aimless important to the rap game like a Hebrew shamus information
I contain is hienous

who you think you are
do you think I came this far
just to turn bitch when I get a scar
you a snitch you nothing but a narc
a pile of shit art bottom of the charts
bacon left in the bottom of the cart
sour pig be what you are
thought you were smart
but I leave your like a wet fart
ripped undergarments skid marks
we’re the light photons never are
hit you so hard I split the
Higgs Boson particles tearing them apart
fuck you to you heart
I be what I are like Renee Descartes
I think therefore I drop bars so hard
obstacles at the start get articles written
buy ink today at the local cafe bookstore don’t let the message get away like Britain
did the thirteen pieces of the snake offshore
give me liberty and give me nothing more
don’t tread on me is my mantra to the core
get bite by rattlesnake teeth injecting venom in your vein to which there exist no cure for bye intravenous an ti medical supply
against action your warned so thereby
if you open that door be prepared for war
if you ask why just know I like to lie
I can be sly inside my mind theres a divide
black your fucking left eye right after I sign
like Germany when they agreed in Versailles
purposely deceive yourself that’s fine if it helps you sleep at night then take five out of
courtesy I patiently shelf beef until the right time then like the United Kingdom eighteen twelve around June or July I burn down your house and leave heat flames reaching high into the sky catching pilgrims sight fire so bright they thought Jesus came back to life
break you spine twice just like the treaty of Versailles

• Alternative
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• dark-rap
• rap
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Virginia