LYRICS

Flaunting with your innards
If you post up with those figures
Will disfigure
With extensions
With my minions
Like a stalker a nigga creeping in your dwelling
Like a sinner in confession
Will repent if you mention
Chopper accelerate your ascension

Run up to your crib if a nigga get to talking shit
Pull up with the blade
Then a bastard get to chopping it
Copping bodies like I'm Dante
Devil Trigger
With the stinger
Blasting bombs like D Day
Coated in ash
Souls linger

I'm the God of War
What you praying for
Spinal cord
Whip these niggas into shape
Body spade
Loosing weight
Complicate
The situation
Got no time for insinuation
Cut the Beef
Rurouni Kenshin
Boy you better pay attention

These niggas trigger happy and they waging fucking war

(huh)

Rep your set
Then grab the tech
Not playing anymore

(huh)

Who to test
Got work to check
I'm keeping all the scores

(huh)

Place your bets
Who up next
I'm shaking up your core

(huh)

I'm a fuck up
With the barrel stuck up
To these niggas
Thinking that they next up
Imma Shred them from the neck up
I won't let up

Losing pulses
On a check up
Clown on niggas
Like I'm Rackaracka
You're a faker
Nothing deep
Just shallow water

Blood on the walls
A work of art
Torture engorged
Conduct vocal cords
Calling me Mozart

(Aye)
(yeah)

Making these bands
I prance a lot
Chilling with kings
Like Lancelot
Putting my heart in
Fans or not
Limelight
Can't take my spot

(growls)

Run up to your crib if a nigga get to talking shit
Pull up with the blade
Then a bastard get to chopping it
Copping bodies like I'm Dante
Devil Trigger
With the stinger
Blasting bombs like D Day
Coated in ash
Souls linger

I'm the God of War
What you praying for
Spinal cord
Whip these niggas into shape
Body spade
Loosing weight
Complicate
The situation
Got no time for insinuation
Cut the Beef
Rurouni Kenshin
Pussy boy you better pay attention

Guillotine (prod. 5:10)

Death To All Who Oppose Me

Lights on
Got a blade on the dash
I'm slept on
NIggas laid in the grass
On burnt ends
I'm smoking with a rasp
At a dead end
Leave my tracks in the past

Wrong turn(x2)
Swerving off the damn curb
Into ditches
Burning bridges
Hell descending on the living

Bad intentions what I got
Heavy burdens
Mental rot
Frame is broken
Picture cropped
Soul Corroded
Metal wrought

Cleaving off what makes you weak
You feeling meek as floorboards rock
Stairway creeks
You run and shriek, can't hide in sheets
You will be caught
Ain't no dream, a wanted fiend
Is at the door, yo freedom copped
Perps will bleed all emptied clean
Leaked in streams
Be damned if I...

...Don't torch them on a steak
Like a crucifix
These stones and sticks gonna break your frame
Endeavors have pictured yo fixture abundant with terror the bigger the flicker of flame
Burn them like sage
Depression in essence is reeking of pain
Feeling the same
All in my brain
I'm barring the weight of malicious decisions but nothin to fucking gain

I don't entertain
Medal you get slain
Heckle you get kicked up like a pebble
Less you settle in yo lane
Brightburn Mary Jane
Like the rest
Ain't no S on my chest
Just a fucking bloody mess

Caution
Ain't no option
When you fucking with a monster
Get you mulled quick 
Flesh rips a new orphus
Yeah I'm morbid
My endorphins will flourish
Blood nourished
And invigorates my bane

Bloodrayne
Ain't no copper fangs shooting up the rave
Red mane draping on my face
No façade, I could catch a case
Troubled youth turned to jail bate if you fucking with my fate

Hell's gates gonna open up
Slacking up yo jaw
Fuckers screaming that the had enough
Get swept up in a mob
Demons feasting on your carcass
Like sharks, it's ending here
A feeding frenzy for any
Who confirms my fatal fears

Roadkill (prod. BLXXDMXXN)

I just wanna stomp you on the pavement
Make you meet your maker
Tell him that he ain't shit
Wanna incinerate the vessel that you came with
Fuck rapture
Torture is my revelation

Won't stop till I put you in the dirt
Wanna bloody up my shirt
Pussy nigga talked shit
Now he's hiking up his skirt
Don't need a reason to swing first
It's just you people need to hurt
Give you a taste of something worse
You'll reside were the fiends lurk 

Leaving niggas in stitches
Leaving fatal incisions
Geeked up
Rip his body through different dimensions

Blunt force to the gut make a nigga sick
Internal bleeding make him swell u[ like a tick
Uppercut
Make his body flip
Ten toes he'll fold
Bpm dipped

Gone feral
No muzzle
No barrel
Eat him till he's dead
Rip jawed
I'm laughing as he bleeds
Big dawg on southpaw
Get a nigga cleaved

Niggas fear me cuz I'm ruthless
Bashing bodies
Dragging bodies
Crowbar leave you toothless

Act like you the shit
Like he about to make a movement
Imma break that nigga till he end up where the roof is
I'm your worst nightmare and you ain't lucid

I'm not fucking with that sane shit
Only rage shit
Pummel you till they have to scrape you off the pavement
Murder gang shit
Bout to end up on a blacklist

Hitlist
Bullet shower leave his brain soaked
Neck twist
Like his name up in the Death Note
Death grip
Shinigami got his body
Soul ripped
No clipped

Now he hell sent
A death god's who you fucking with
Why you shocked bitch
Acting like I give a shit

7 Rings (prod. 5:10)

First song of 2023 and I plan to be more consistent
Lyrics

Hollow tips in my stick
Make him blitzed with lead clips
Ingest now you sick
Head burst just like a cyst

Shots fired and I ain't dip
They on my did just like a clit
Pass the strap to my nigga
Then he shoots with the assist

Why they talk a lot
But never mean what they say
Why the flex a lot
But they bag is empty anyway

I'm the realist
Not a OG
Ice in my veins
No OD
Diamonds safe
Swallowed the key
Dressed in all black looking like a Oni

I'm in flames alive
But hell is not the end
Bare my blade and commit a cardinal sin

Hell then rings
The deadly god in me that
Fears not he 
Who beckon death untimely

Spark at the hip like a quick draw
Smith & Wesson for when the shit pop off

Blow smoke off the tip
No ware in my grit
Just niggas blood in the asphalt

Caught in my reticle cuz you thought you a big dog
My copper pills stimulate 308s
When I'm faced with the law like its Pavlov's

Now you mosh to the thought of your loss
Dive off the ledge
That's a pit fall

Smackdown vs raw on the pavement
Tombstone on yo head
That's adjacent

Blades on me like I'm Killer B
Chopping niggas
Bitch I'm in the cut

Smoke on me lariat ya throat
Have'em seized
Got'em choking up

Bitch we smoking on these niggas like they in rotation
My niggas titans but we won't succumb to subjugation

Off with his head if he say shit
Gang have him criped in a red fit
It's on sight
You fucking with us get yo wig split

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