[Verse I: Lil Defilement]
I was never promised heaven, out the womb in 97
These rhymes that I’m kickin make you second guess your blessings
A funeral procession for the devils I’m possessing
A raw rugged man with a featureless expression
Taking whack mc’s to the grave it’s a must
You muthafuckas really should spontaneously combust
Your music makes me sick and leaves me loathing in disgust
Buried in the dirt six feet deep you are encrust
Materials to end your life I pack it in my trunk
Shot you in the head what you was thinkin now been thunk
Wrap you up in in cellophane and take you to the dump
The bottom of my boot is covered in your brain chunks
This decrepit rap, you get no slack, step up yo shit
You try to rap like this but ya getcha throat slit
I recommend you stop your trends, just go and fuckin quit
Or consider suicide but this time you commit, bitch
[Verse II: Lil Defilement]
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, christ is dead he burns at the stake
What the fuck you thought this was I ain’t believing shit
You might but I promise he ain’t helping you through this
So go ahead and pray and start to grip that crucifix
Cause that muthafucka will not hear you screaming for the end
Cthulhu calls me deep as I keep traveling through this void
Cosmic horrors revealed through the static and white noise
No longer feel the fear but you remain paranoid
You will face the terror it’s impossible to avoid
Fiery depths a gasping breath your livelihood unfolds
Even though it’s warm you feel your body turns cold
Wishin you was happy with material golds
Proving that your worthless items do not save your soul
Never Promised Heaven ’97 was written by Tommy Wit Da Tone.
Never Promised Heaven ’97 was produced by Tommy Wit Da Tone.
Tommy Wit Da Tone released Never Promised Heaven ’97 on Fri Feb 25 2022.