Trap Door

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Jay Bean

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Go figure, spaceman equipped with just a pen and paper
Spent 3 years in a tank incubator 
Grind the sticks to a point and my point is maybe 3 years later 
All the hooks all the beats all the breakdowns wrote 
Might end up like a lump in the throat
Of a kid on a bridge or the end of a rope 
And give him more strength a few more months help I'm float 

Maybe stop him, maybe save him 

He went to a show and watched every band 
Jumping and waving his hands 
Can't remember the plan to drive to the end 
Hit the gas cut the breaks and wait just to land 
This was my dream every time the pen was in my hand 
Make a little cushion for these nose diving fans 
That hide it underneath blink cds and the vans 
I just wanna let em know that I'm there for them 

But

There's too much evil that gets a stepping stone
While I'm trying to make a difference can't catch a bone
But you guessed it I can't leave well enough alone 
Stop abusing your fans and your girl at home 

Why we let these people slide by on the vibes 
They portray in their songs know it's nothing but lies
Cause it's catchy when they're talking bout the checks and the stripes 
And at home they're holding up their fam with a knife 

Time to tell you what a trap Door is
Solid shit in the toilet with a mask on it 
Trick your mind like a rabbit in a hat ass kid 
Pull a rose through his ass with some crap on it 

Why you filling their pockets while their Counting their bodies 
Underage like a middle age 30 fuckin years before the nineties 
Ruin childhoods like the lions 
Gettin their hopes up, and leaving them cryin 

Up in your business
Flip over the desk bitch 
I'll Hold you to the floor
Cut your breathing with a quickness 

Gotta put an end before they cheat all of us 
Out of spots that we earnin like they drivin a bus
With a dick up in their ass and a hand on their nuts 
And there swerving to the left in the way a chick does
You scum fucks don't need to try to come up no top

Well if god is up somewhere in the sky
He'll make it rain down hell fire on 69
And all you motherfuckers just here sittin wasting our time 
With the tracks your producers wrote while you're just snorting more lines 

I wish that I had rapped before the scene went trash
But I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm whooping more ass
Than red when he caught all the kids with their stash 
Smokin through the glass in the basement and that 

Is a testament to
Who I am just a dude
With a doob in my hand
And the willpower to
Keep doing this shit til I die or get sued 
Whichever comes first, or the end of you

Trap door get in
Like Scoob and gang
Mystery to me why you're riding with the lames
Just dying for the fame 
So you lie with no shame 
Hannibal just blendin up and slurpin the brains
Disgusting

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