Self Diagnosis - Complete

Let me give you my Self Diagnosis, Well, I am dopeness

As I wrote this, I could smell my opponents

Sly aromas, held by a nose sniff

Even when I’m hell tired you can tell I am focused

I just wanna sell my emotions on a beat but leak myself via Trojans

Broke as a self-hired coach is

With a flow so explosive, it could melt fire hoses

Ball breakers, yes you’re all fakers

Only thing worse than chairs & crawl spaces

Is going to a venue you got your show with

I’m claustrophobic, scared of small places

If anyone stares it all changes

Psyche Ward cunt, prepare to brawl, haters

Yeah I brawl naked, I don’t care if it’s fair

& I’m very aware it’s all ages

Fame grower, blazing flame blower

We ain’t the same bro it’s a shame your lane’s slower

You’re aiming way lower, I’ve changed the game yo

I’m the strange insane flower, amazing brain blower

I ain’t Noah, but brah I’ve been flooded

Rep getting bigger than Cardi B’s butt in some dardy jeans

Strutting to R & B covers, but more fucked than Charlie Sheen’s blood is

Fuck it, imma threat it might seem

Even though, I’m just repping my scene

Rappers getting mad cause their fans recognise me

I could use my YouTube as my second I. D

Yeah you better get some better Nikes if you ever try step in my league, I see

These other guys getting all the hype, please

They gotta sound good when I let em bite me

I’ve been

Legendary since Mum had to go get ten caesareans just to get me out

Then to swear me in, made the doctor go vegetarian

Said we’re scaring him, can’t blame ya doc

As soon as it’s past eight o’clock I start shaking lots

My last neighbour knocked & my brain stalled

But it takes balls when you castrate a cock, what?

I didn’t wanna see dudes die & I didn’t wanna seem too high

Or get a fucking DUI but I’m guessing we don’t always get what we want

Especially when it’s me who drives

So look deep in my sweet blue eyes & you’ll see that Complete’s too wise

If you’re keen for a beef dude fine, I’ll defeat you

Even give you a re-do twice cause at least you tried

You can get a Z+ for effort & get fucked, neck cut, beheaded

You best just forget it, your rep sucks, less tough than feathers

So rest up, next cunt who steps up can get it, deaded

All this fucking net stuff’s pathetic

You send us threats just to edit the text up, regret it

Then stuff gets chucked on Reddit, they slept on me now

Watch these bed bugs get shredded

Yeah, I got a plan to assassinate

Going more ham than platter plate

Stand in this rapper’s way, imma be ramming the barricade

Every other man’s more bland than a Carrot Cake

I’ll throw your whole fam into traffic mate

Slap the fake tan off your Nanna’s face & I would crack her safe

I don’t give a damn if that I’m racking eight grand

Imma spend it on a van & some Gaffer tape

My shit is slick as it’s wicked, my wick is lit

& my wit is horrific hitting your wicket, your chick is licking her lips

& she picks to visit my gig cause

My dick is sticky & thick & I’m quick to tic her a ticket

Wishing to kick it, the bitch is fricking specific

She’s sipping liquorice liquor & strippin, whispering «Hit it»

I did it, shit I admit it, an inconsiderate bigot

Imagine me tryna gradually stick a brick in a cricket

I just wanna make music profound

But it’s hard when there’s all of these intruders around, a stupid amount

There’s too many losers to count

I’ve been seeing less stars than my Uber account

Yeah, I’m due for a crown, give me one bitch

Cause I’m repping Perth City where the gritty cunts live

I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it

That’s my Self Diagnosis

I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it

That’s my Self Diagnosis

I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it

That’s my Self Diagnosis