RUBBIN SHOULDAZ (SUPERSTITIOUS)

Verse 1
Been takin' drugs 'til I stop the necessity
of defeating all the demons —
defeating my demons with the drugs that I've been scheming with,
takin' all the same drugs I'm drug-dealin'
with the homies every season, even if we don't need money.
Doin' it for the funny, wiggas that need us deliverin'
'cause they may be scared of all the hoodie-wearin' men
campin' on their block from 6 PM to 10 AM.

Verse 2
Livin' in hell, I swore I'd get myself out of it
whenever I settle for less than the hand I'm dealt with.
Seeing fractals, calculating calculus without equational analysis —
I'm crafting new answers, shit, I might be master.
I'm madder than the Alice mad hatter:
can I fan a fan without another fan of my raps?
I'm written live, forever after, in my master of me —
my own reflection in the mirror, graphing the light composition
of the decisions I made to make the man I am today.
Can't say much — I'm just disasterally rich to actually give a fuck.
Actually — which?

Hook
@BlessdBarz, blessed, say that shit:
you need a hitman, just let me know, I got the hits, man.
I fuck a pussy up 'cause she askin' for hits —
slam-dunk funk in your ears 'cause I'm done now. Go dumb.