Disrespectful Silence lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*cking with me, you're 'bout to meet your maker
We'll sit down, both of us'll have a piece of paper
On my paper? I'm writin' classics
You're paper's what I wipe my ass with
My rhymes acid, you trying to pass this
Any hater trying to blast it, lie in a casket
I'm a basket case, erase the contents of this mace can
You chance plans when it comes time to face Cam
Be safe, man I'll stick a pole vault through your waist and
They'll replace your face with a fake man from wasteland
You're all trash, get rid of those things you call raps
And fall back or baseball bats to your skull cap
I maul tracks, the one-man dream team
I wake up screamin' from dreams, I'm seein' the heathens leavin' the scene
I ain't breathin', I'm bleedin', demons are seizing my life
I'd seen death around the corner but now I'm seeing the light
Am I bi-polar?
I know I'm a sick f*ck, but my feelings are mixed up like rye and diet soda
I've got a fiery passion
I feel like raping your spouse when I break in your house with a Michael Myers mask on
Instead I'll put it inside of a rap song
And drink until my entire flasks gone
See now I'm happy, sh*t I could call it
Maybe not bi-polar, just an alcoholic
But if you call me that; f*ck you, you don't know me one bit
I'll grab a knife and make you hold your stomach
Same goes for copycats
I'll chop your ass up put you inside of a coffee can
Ain't no stopping Cam, I ain't wired right
I got my pliers right beside me and I just might
Take your ear off like I was Iron Mike
Who wants to die tonight? Such a violent sight
[Hook]
This disrespectful silence
What goes on underneath adolescent eyelids
It's a shame that all that catch my mind is
"Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence"

[Verse 2]
f*ck the world, I wanna leave so bad
I'm tired of these motherf*ckin' dreams I have
My so-called "friends" would rather see me stabbed
So f*ck 'em all and that's the reason that
I tease these pads when I'm steamin' mad
When they talk about me they'll say "he just snapped"
'Cause if I could cop a Glock, run through the school, I would
Leave 'em all drowning in a pool of blood
And I'm gettin' too heavy?
Well, so is this machete, motherf*cker, who ready?
I'ma let his ass wait and
I'm a walking horror film, f*ck Freddie and Jason
I'm already adjacent to a mental ass patient
"Look at that faggot, why he let his pants sag and
Oh, I bet you thought you're hot and sh*t
Listen motherf*cker, you are not 2Pac, you b*tch!"
I'ma clock this c*cky b*tch
And hang that motherf*cker like he's Doctor Octopus
"Cam chill, they talk sh*t 'cause they want you p*ssed"
I give a f*ck, I'ma take his head and mop the spot with it
I don't care if you just trying to get a rise out me
You play as*h*le and you can f*cking die for free
I put that on my whole entirety
Even if it puts me in a hole, retires me
I'll never take sh*t from another human being
I'll say to your b*tch "I'm gonna cover you in semen
I'll torture you for a month or two, we're even
And that's just the troubled youth I'm being
So take caution of me, I'll make you drop to your knees
Cut your head off, then I'll hop in the Caprice
Let 'em know this is more than horrorcore
I'll take your b*tch, all you'll hear out that whore's "no more, no more"