I'm so sick, I need a doctor's note to say it on
Somebody get ahold of Dre and get him a piano he can play it on
I'm diagnosed, spit sick, strep throat
Tongue depressed and it's got a trench coat
Like a Columbine kid and it's lobbin' bombs
At everyone in the club while they're takin' shots
I'll take you motherfuckers back to school
Learn to count, middle fingers got two
Got the whole alphabet and still can't do
All the things that I do with an "F" and a "U" oh
MC's easily dismissed, one shot, no aim, just shoot from the hip
I never really was a popular kid
This track is a class, if you're not my friend, you might wanna skip

HA HA HA HA HA

I pulled a 187 on the 315
I got the scope of a sniper rifle pressed up against my third eye
A sharp-shooter, I'm on that high IQ
Where I design punchlines, made of chalk, that I spit on the pavement around you
I murder the scene, ain't heard 'a your team, they talkin' about me
I'm packin' six rounds, I'm huntin' you down, so gimme a shout, G
I'm an evil genius, they say I'm a demon
Play my shit in reverse, I bet it's a curse, Imma kill you with words
Tongue so sharp it'll cut you in half
You shoulda turned around and run the other way
Before you started steppin' to the psychopath
'Cause you bitches can't fuck with me, like a friend zone
Got you runnin' outta bars, like a dead zone
I'm The Poltergeist, so let your friends know
I'll always get the last laugh, like

HA HA HA HA HA

CRIMEWAVE

Phobos

Extreme Masked Metal // Trap // Industrial Act

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Phobos

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