Ganado from Hypomania by JJ Allin

you're not on my level
i'm bringing the shovel
i'm stealing your bezel
i'm stealing your bezel
i know i need treatment
chop you up into pieces
mix you in with the cement
no demon
no demon
just cum from the slums
the home of hookers, junkies, bums
here we are we're all best chums
don't need to worry bout no guns
just hands to hands and knives, knives
we go silent, silent
middle fingers up to the police
middle fingers up to everyone who doubted
it's the suicidal goons, bet you we are fucking clouded, clouded
we come after your clique like we have got no fucking purpose
can only run 4 blocks though i smoke too many cigarettes
made some bad choices
made some good choices
mainly bad choices
i think i'm getting better at this rap shit you know
it's weird i'm just styling on the beat and shit
but i'm making it work out, makin it work out
makin it work out, makin it work out

(outro):
hardly speak english
it's not a brain thing, i just have a lot of struggles
with my brain
like i'm not slow at all but like
every time i try to like string a sentence on the go
it's like i'm just putting pieces together in a puzzle
takes me a minute to find where each word goes
had to think out this whole sentence out before i even started talking like man
it's hard
it's why i pause so much, it's why i can't come up with a fast flow fill and shit
it's really that simple

• Punk
• bitcrush
• drill
• experimental
• trap rap
• Newcastle