SINIMA BEATS - Reality Check lyrics

My mental state , is worse than the United States' goverment When I pop some pills , b**hes treat me like I'm Superman It's pity , cause they spelt "stupor man" wrong And they eventually diss , Christopher reeves , for sure I'm not talkin' sh** , I'm just talkin' stupid I'm sick of my brain , cause it got too much humor in it Victor Hugo's portrait right above my bed And my parents wonderin' what've they did , to have this brainf**ed kid But I just keep movin' , like a sowin' machine And I'm provin' , alludin' , I'm bin Ladin , includin' , that I'm just coolin' With some hallucinogens , and suddenly seen Aladin I grabbed my 12 gauge and , and I soot his flyin' carpet's engine f** it I'm coughin' I think I have an angina I think I should sell my tonsills on eBay and say they were made in China And tell Kat DeLuna to not stay on the beach and just whine up Cause if she comes to me I'll sign , design , give her free wine, and shine her! Chorus : Don't worry twat, it's just another reality check! I once tried to write the highest rhyme , of all time , and I commited a crime I slayed a lime , and squirted it in my mothers' eyes. And now she's blind I don't lie. I just have a f**ed up state of mind Which is fine , cause I'm high , and you're still on the bottom line You punchlines , are a sh**pile , and mine , are makin' b**hes cry Yeah witches , die! Goodbye! But in fact in the real life , I'm still a kid that likes to rhyme And when I see a f**in' mic , I'm just like - Yo Here we go , in the studio. Maxx Seed spits his flow There's a miracle , happenin' right now , but I'll let it go I don't really like to brag , but I'll quit rap , if 'lil Wayne k**s somebody dead And stop callin' himself - ain't nuttin but a "G" Thang I'm just a nothing , that wants be something Devil's callin' , but I'm not hearin' Doors openin' and closing , I'm afraid. I'm writing this in my cousin's closet And If I get outta here alive and finish this song tonight ,I'll record it