I'm In Here (feat. Kyle Lucas / Syd Vicious)

I'm in here

Can anybody see me?

Can anybody hear?

I'm in here, can you hear me screaming?

Can you hear, I think I need it

My voices in my head just keep on feeling so I feed em'

Now the code ain't got me leading

These hoes just keep on leaving

Leaving a hole inside my v-neck about the radius of phoenix

Now I'm puffing Arizona, rolling up two J's like I'm Demon

Demonic to the meanest shit, I'm hot just like my region

I've been sent to murder beats, I got these whack rappers grieving

Now they calling me a monster, okay bitch we ain't agreeing

Just a diabolic pot head, the product of hydroponics

I'm possibly psychotic, the partialist of my problems

God I'm shaking like it's parkasins

With fire like an arsonist

A narcissist? Not really, because

really these chicks are on my dick

She blew on my harmonica sorta

like she was Monica Lewinsky on her knees

Until I bust her like a tommy gun

All this chronic's really just anonymous with all this fun

I'm a fucking pop star with hot bars all in one

I'm in here

Can anybody see me?

Can anybody hear?

Can anybody hear me?

Yo, I'm in here

Poison is bent

Venomous I am a gentleman

Up in your skirt like women's tennis at Wimbledon

Half of you are the simpleton type

Hyping your chest up, asking for my number

You can 1-800 get fucked

Collect dust, you busted, you'll never humble me

Phone buzzing in my yellow jacket, I am the bumble bee

Skinny jeans on, don't be afraid of the future

I see a lot of snakes here, like I'm getting head from Medusa

Yeah, I'm in here, come in, comment on the mic

Steady ready for drama the yeah, we're alike

German engineering, I'm unsafe, any speed

Your rap's got no legs, call me the centipede

I don't even know if you're ready for me

I'm a murderous mad man in a straight

sweater the haunts Freddy's dream

I'm on anything, Kyle stood in my way

You're peanut butter and jelly, so bad end to your day

I'm in here

Can anybody see me?

Can anybody hear?

Yeah I'm in here

Flow tighter then women's swim wear

We run rap, nigga

We've done that and been there

I'm limitless, with no little pill

So nigga chill

Fells like I gotta have niggas killed

To get a deal, with the skill, I want the scrilla in the phoebus

Don't cooperate I make my killers come and see ya

They so cold they keep their non-milles in the freezer

I run with a pack of gorillas like I was ceaser

Busting in wherever you stay fighting

Kicking the fucking doors in like the U.K riots

Duct tape around your mouth, making you stay quite

They started swinging and robing

Like the was Bruce Wyane's side kick

No batman will be stack grams from rap jams

They're getting ghost, pat scram, I'm Pacman

All my dogs crazy, they need kat scans

Going peanuts for that bread until the mat jams

I'm in here

Can anybody see me?

Can anybody hear?

At the feet of every enemy

Sin will be defeated, death will be defeated

Pal will be defeated, the devil

That is strong will be filed down