everytime i think about it
I wanna lose my fucking grip
lame ass motherfuckers talk they shit
and then they give the slip
I cant be the only one who keeps it real
not gives a shit
flex it for the camera
before your domes a target bitch
drippin with my aura
eat you up like ouroboros
soak it up like bone is porous
death is comin like my chorus
bet you wish I would just go away
Im like the boogeyman
bet you wish you wouldve listened
now your blood is on my hands

tundra with the metal jackets
business good I run a racket
fuck your being nice
I pull my ski I got my knuckles packin
found my deeper darker woods
under the shadow of tahoma
practice all my spell and craft
under the trees and deaths aroma
I will always linger
you can never just get rid of me
remind you of your failures
and all the things you couldnt be

ALL YOUR FAILURES

TUNDRAMANE