I just might shoot at my fans
Pussy boy pull up yo pants
I'm lit with the devil we dance
He used take me out to France
Drawin out a pentagram
I'm sacrificin all the ham, Killin goats
In a trance, The keys to the crypt’s in my hands
Shadow scythe to you neck
Okami no kill call me death
I'm laying low, I confess
But keep on talking pussy boy you'll be next
I don't really want bitch
I don't really spray no clip
My wrist ain't even got no slits
But keep it up, You'll have a blade to lips
Guard dog of the pit, That all I is
Gone & call me a bitch, I put my seed upon a witch
She like my abuse, She beg for the whip
I don't really need no homies
Don't give a fuck if I'm lonely
I don't need a bitch to blow me
All of you rappers are so weak
Got a samurai sword on my back
Always in my studio just making tracks
Metal in my headphones
If you wanna stay alive you better head home
Smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
Yeah I'm smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
I'ma stab her twice
Cut my hand with the knife
Fuck the devil's wife
That bitch has a collar with spikes
M be fucking these dikes
I be killing these mics
Understand what I'll do for a fight
It's the a Apocalypse
During the dark eclipse
I can feel her cold lips
Flip the crucifix
Take out the sword
Slit the wrist of landlord
Choke him with a cable chord
Put him under the floorboard
Leave you dead for the horde
After I take hit and get the reward
I'm the rapper you can't afford