Mic Check

I do not look good

I have not been on my grind

I wish a bitch would not, please

I don't talk to my parents and my landlord is a Nazi

I'm loaded like the dice, still, I bet I'm 'bout to yahtzee

I need one valid reason not to end it all

Chemicals

That's a good point, to piggyback, where are my edibles?

Mommy's medicine I'm a congenital bitch

I'm sick of myself, I'm sicker than hell, it goes

Mic check

Think I need a factory reset

Been swinging for the fence since recess

Waiting outside with the rejects

But no one's coming to pick me up

Mic check

Think I got a jacked up preset

Been feeling myself start to regress

All I want to be is decent

Yeah, I need a pick-me-up

I'm an anxious-avoidant attention whore, but

I'll be so cringe before I'll ever be boring

I'll be so fringe, I'll be so unimportant

I'm so unimportant, I hate my whole wardrobe but my body more so

I need the type of therapy you gotta pay for out of pocket

Clock it

I'm never in my bag, I'm in that pocket

Locked in

Certain I've got toxins causing my brain to rot

And my life to be so exhausting

Meanwhile, I turn my throat to an exhaust pipe

Meanwhile, I take the bait, I rage until I'm cross-eyed

Meanwhile, I'm gagging on an apple like I'm hogtied

I'm boiling in a deep-fryer trying to win a cockfight

Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'll win that shit too

Top off this ten piece like cock-doodle-doo

Flip off my enemies like what's it to you?

They all say it's the end, not with that attitude

Mic check

Think I need a factory reset

Been swinging for the fence since recess

Waiting outside with the rejects

But no one's coming to pick me up

Mic check

Think I got a jacked up preset

Been feeling myself start to regress

All I want to be is decent

Yeah, I need a pick-me-up

Yeah, I got a pickup line

It's the pickup mic clipped to my lapel

(Rolling) And we're live

Sir, are you aware that you just crossed a picket line?

One Ben Frank, I might just keep this from going live

Bitch, I still do it for the Vine

I do it for the personal essay I'm 'bout to write

I do it 'cause my personality is bad vibes

I don't like myself and I don't like you either

Cypher with all of my selves, I'm the preacher and the choir

For Christ's sake, every single one of you sounds tired

Take five, the fire under your ass is getting fired

Whatever goofy motherfucker's gassing you is lying

No, I'm not doing well

I'm not looking good if I'm just being honest

I got one foot in the grave and I got one in the comments

I got a devil on my shoulder, in my details, in my commas singing

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

You'd better run me my

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Mic check, one-two, one-two

Run me my check

Mic check

Think I need a factory reset

Been swinging for the fence since recess

Waiting outside with the rejects

But no one's coming to pick me up

Mic check

Think I got a jacked up preset

Been feeling myself start to regress

All I want to be is decent

Yeah, I need a pick-me-up