WITCH HUNT

Prepare to die like inigo Montoya
Consumed the sky I guess I’ll call a lawyer
Ego the size of a giant sequoia
All of my feelings contain paranoia
I shouldn’t murder shit but I enjoy it
Deploying a bomb for an itch to destroy it
The game bouta go up in flame, but I’m buoyant
Im floating while I turn these fuckers to soylent
They soiled it, hip hop ain’t hip hop
This shit is a sitcom
And everybody’s a rip off
That stink like a fish shop
I tied em a slipknot
Diagonally skip the board like a bishop
A misfit, bankrolls
War ready, like Staples
Riff raff no mango
Poisoned ladle
Serving soup to any motherfucker tryna cut my cable
Live, IED minus I
Don’t improvise, Cus I take my time
If you spill shots on my off whites
I’m clocking off nice, I might off you twice
A killing spree
Might make enemies
What’s a friend to me
Most these bitches rich like Hennessy
What they expect from me?

I’m done, what the fuck is up?
Hit em in the gut blunderbuss, they slumped
Run before I load the slug
Bullet in your stomach but the gun my tongue
Ears ringing it’s thunderous
This a witch hunt, I ain’t leave no crumbs
Leave you six feet under us
See if any other rappers even wanna confront
Me
I’m a beast
I’m a GTR you a Nissan Leaf
No CPR if you want that beef
I’m original bitch, you a hundred pound leech
Goddamn, what a fit, 6 Bens my feet
You can’t understand me, I’m like entropy
I endlessly got no empathy
I’m an entity about equity
With a tendency to miss restful sleep
Beat em up beats, hear a level up beep
Flexed up fleece with a vetements tee
Yellin fuck that shit, reppin FTP
Just let me be
Step and you’ll Rest In Peace
Or in twenty piece
Like at Mickey D’s
Feel the stress increase
And your engine seize
Took the empty seat
Left them deceased
Oh man
I can’t tell why everyone is so mad
Go ham
Pockets swollen I think yours are low-fat
Blowback
I go like a missile when I flow fast
Floor mat
Stepped all over you and shut the door
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