Mortifying
Dark Lo, RJ Payne, Conway the Machine, Tristate, Jakprogresso, Benny the Butcher
My son Jak, his future is so black, he
Has no ambition, he likes
Swimmin' and fishin'
He simply drives me wild!
JakProgresso:
Yeah came here to do this
Sweet 16, fuck it up
You know what I'm sayin' at duetings and shit
(no doubt) , talent shows, yo (yo)
You all gonna hate this slumber party
Massacre this shit is campy
Crawlin' to dry land beach, acidics and Speed
I'm with Sid and Nancy
(word) , some out my head for this
I'm bored and dead for it, I wrote this shit
Real quick in the back of
Ted Bundy's death warrant (yeaah)
Art donatin' in place of a spleen damage
I dropped the tabs in a juice orange
It's the speed tablets
Up scorchin' in Hellfire, aura fryin'
The scenе is mortifyin', horrors
Dyin', portals widen
In my crib on some Coraline shit
Rob thе peanut
Snatch the blue blanket off a lioness
I haven't talk to my shrink
I've been offa psychics
Kill torture bind kids, invade a home
Fall sleep and get caught inside it
I'll make a corpse look alive
Move it's arms and talk behind it
Smokin' mosh, crossin' hybrids, authorisin'
Crescent red sun inverted cross behind it
Offer my shit, I offer kindness, yeah
Eat your kindness for weakness (I did)
I took him on the road then
Blew his brains on his sneakers (blaow)
They had Lo playin'
Then it blew out they speakers (it blow)
I was just sayin' the fast sweep
I hope it don't reach us (I hope)
You was stuck on the bleachers
(haha) , I was in the field (I was)
I pray my brother make it home
He on his third appeal (I pray)
I smack a smile off your face
Then ask you how it feel (punk nigga)
Stuff a AK and brick in a caddy grill
(in the truck)
Your wife is daddy's girl (she mine)
My robe is silk
(look at me) , I'm zoned out bangin' Toadmilk
(inaudible: Told to your folks) your name is
Dragged in filth (in the dirt)
Dragon fire when it come to
Bars I got it sealed (I got it)
He wanna rap beef I want him
Dead I got him killed (I want him)
PAYNE, I catch bodies I don't spare suckas
Nigga the F-beam is Lil' Yachty hair color
I keep the stick
I'm African that's the spear chucker
Bullets put the squeeze on a hater
Now that's the bear hugger
I don't even need to be
I let the heater speak
Banana clip will split your
Pineapple that's Tahitian treat
Grime 24 hours I ain't sleep in weeks
Meet the beast, bullets ghost ride yo' whip
Keep the sleak?
I came to get busy them niggas wake up
I'mma leave here smilin' like
Diddy after the breakup
Gilly is the king of my
City but nigga straight up
I'm a barber with the bars who starvin'
To get a shape up huh?
When I tell you I'm a vet, it is not a lie
Biggie Smalls said it best somebody gotta die
I murdered the Top 10, then the Bottom 5
Nigga this is homicide that's my kinda job
I got my eye on the Fetty
Wap like Dread from Belly, ock
You niggas nosy as a Neti Pot
'Desi cocked, semi-auto audio
Audible swag run up your cardio
They got yo' people chasin' a bag
I let the MAC blast tear off
Your mask then hit the lab
Mix the Remy in gun powder
Murder the pen and pad
Snort a line o' ether
Shed light on yo' demonic features
They say the blade work nice
I slice the Reaper like the beaker (uh)
Inhale thick smoke, the needle broke
Unload the number 2 mag
With evil quotes, bitch, i'm icin' up
Strapped with a few explosive devices
To Twitter bond your presi for
His middle legs crisis hah
Yeah, the Butcher coming, nigga!
Yeah, look, we was snatchin'
Food from under bunks
All y'all niggas want is blunts
I just stuffed the trunk
With a hundred months (ah)
All my shooter guns is sparkin'
They tell me be humble but
30 in the glove compartment is what
I call a number crunch (Aie)
Is Glocks around my crib
I got boxes 'round my crib
(nigga) , look like I just moved in (nah)
I set up shop around my crib
They come and cop
The fiends might get stopped around my crib
Got the heads up on a raid
I moved the block up out my crib (yeah)
I had to grind hard then
Now I grind hard still
The difference is these rats clean
They got the Pennzoil smell
I was a free man and couldn't
Get my mind off jail
Institutionalized my laws and 'em
Iron bar cells, huh
I strictly ride with hustlers
We smoke $50 Dutches
Brought my team back a brick
My bitch Balenciaga runners uh (Ah)
Had to watch these snitches
They'll trick me out my summer (ah)
I'm eatin', that's why my line busy when
She dial my number (uh) , yeah
You know it's fuck the Feds huh
(fuck the Feds)
Tell 'em to catch me (come get me)
El Plugger, they gon' think you lyin' if you
Tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, nigga, Griselda, aie!
By Fashion Rebels
Yeah, I put a shit bag on you
The Fifth blast on you (Boom boom boom)
For thinkin' that it wasn't gon'
Get bashed for you
(You gettin' bashed, nigga)
Two to the back o' your head
I did that for you
You ain't feel nothin' when I pushed
Your shit back for you (Ha ha ha)
Put the powder in the pot
I'mma whip that oil (Whip up)
You can't cook
Have somebody whip that batch for you
(Whip that shit, boy)
I just want a thousand birds
And a bitch that's loyal (Uhuh)
Dope stashed in the wall so
Long the shit had spoiled
I don't ask for help
Because the nigga that helped
You can't wait to
Tell everybody he did that for you
(talk to 'em) , uh
I told you I'm one o' the best (Cap)
Get pumped in the TEC
Knockin' chunks out yo' flesh
(Boom boom boom) , yes
I'm from the hood where the yay sold
AK to the face, nigga
The casket gotta stay closed
(Doot doot doot doot)
My nigga just got out he
Still rockin' his state clothes
Goin' to collect, if you owe
Him then you next, pussy (Boom boom boom)
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