Hyperbole (lyrics [rap song, unfinished])

I've smoked more crack than your favorite local rapper
I's a thief in the temple before I knew what I was after
I didn't fuck your girlfriend but I did kidnap her
Now she's chillin in the basement while I'm hanging from the rafters

Sleeping in the attic where the bats and the rats live
Copying these verses from an ancient book of Madlibs
Causing campus chaos on the backside of my eyelids
Standing there all bloody like "Mommy, look what I did"

Throwin solo parties in condemned abandoned buildings
and I'm jerking off to pictures of all three Destiny's children
Sometimes I wanna die but the future is unwritten
So I stay preoccupied making money and incisions

From Canada to Texas, Atlantic to Pacific
I'm fucking metaphors when the names get too specific
When the pain gets too specific I'll just say it's her or me
You can't call it a murder when it's just hyperbole

Get down, girl
Go 'head, get down

So while I'll never be as high as the vultures in the sky
I'ma get twice as high or at least I'ma try
Get a birds' eye view of the birds I choose
And I'm scraping hella shoes for the turds I chew

Got a lot to say but no one will listen to me
And with the boom boom boom it can get kinda doom-y
Oil of the universe, see it seeping through me
But I gotta listen close to what the devil's saying to me

I'm chillin like a tomb, yo, I'm chillin like a crypt
Rattlin dem bones on the graveyard shift
I can try to find your center with a lick lick lick
It's the only guarantee in light of whiskey dick

Get down, girl
Go 'head, get down

From Canada to Texas, Atlantic to Pacific
I'm fucking metaphors when the names get too specific
When the pain gets too specific I'll just say it's her or me
You can't call it a murder when it's just hyperbole