GODKILLER

Now that it's been a while, I think it's time to clear up some things... I don't do it for you. I Do it for me I've been at this shit for a long time What I rap ain't lit. You get hogtied On the bonfire. Better quit any talk I'm gonna stop. I'd rather inhale an exhaust pipe Mid-sommar vibes in the midst of a time where we skip to the lie then try to hit rewind Finding it's declined. I get pissed and my fists gonna fly I'm a little bit erratic. Wreaking havoc. I'm a natural disaster My sentimentality's passed. I've had it. Your stature'll get shattered Tattered like it never mattered. In the back woods. Dragged through the mud. Hacked up And stashed in a trash bag in the back of the Cadillac with a pack of my last album Lemme take your clown flow and break it down. Show 'em you're nothing but a Motherfucking faking brown nose The way you snakes play around, display clout. You may as well take yourself outta the Game now I was sent to kill your gods, distill facades the pills you pop fulfill the thoughts your will Will conquer all and fill the void I don't wanna disappoint but it's all a bit moronic I'll sever the heads of a Cerberus with the rhetoric of a heretic and never let up. To get On my level you better get it together quicker than Meta intelligence. Lemme try Embellishing life like it isn't hellish Write every song like you'd recite it to your God... Fighting the odds stacked against you even if it's a tall order Fall short or overcome; you better get back at it You're ass backwards thinking life don't pry on bad habits I'm problematic. No matter what happens I'm mad at it added to the fact that I've had it With half of these rappers babbling half-witted tracks stacking they're cash and then Acting as if the trash they been passing out isn't whack as shit I'm back at the quick shit. Come laugh at the misfit just grasping at straws and lashing at Y'all dipshits. Cracking the whip. Mush morherfucker! Pick it up! YAW I could try to dial it back But, I'd rather die than act like my style's gotta try to match Viral trash piled high. In fact Imma try my damndest. Be the man that's standing against lies and fabricated imitations So blatant cuz they just pander to naive sad saps This is my usurp and I don't mean that cup of lean or "purp" you're sipping All the lives you've hurt to deny those dreams while what you don't deserve, you're given When it's time to work you apply no means of trying to search or listen for precision nor A vision. No admission of guilt for those killed while lying about your worth and ambition My mission is to get you to listen to every word on the rhythm as it merges and blurs the Absurd with tradition Each curse surges. Hitting like a burst of verve. Blurt slurred disturbed writtens Better keep my name outta your fucking mouth, bitch. Put a dick back in it I don't give a fuck about money, clout, numbers, albums... I'll put you down like a hound Found sickened Let it be known I'm coming to Set it in stone. I'll summon the Devil and tell him to Step it up or get fucked 'cause hell is home I fell in a hole and still said selling my soul is not an option You did it from the get-go so let's show everyone why you've got such a problem Casket closed on your bat shit flows. Like COVID, you make me sick Go bully someone else. So full of yourself you might as well be obese, fake bitch You don't know what I've been through so go fucking chew on a bullet Get a gun, pick it up, look down the barrel, grab the hair trigger and pull it