Mortem

[Intro]
The Midnight Society
Virus

[Verse 1]
Private parties with the one-percent
Shooting all attendants at this marvelous and grand event
Just displaying my talents
Got a past of post-traumatic stress
Sleeping on a wall
That's what my backs against
Brace yourself when Fukkit quickly grasps the pen
Immaculately dashes lines that cracks the necks of all object
Shun 'em, let him live or should I bash him dead?
I'll ask again: should I kill them all or let them crash instead?
Causing all these rappers to lose balance
Getting lost and mad they last again
Should I show compassion for the passionless is my question?
Simple answers never grant the hardened head a happy end
Maybe I'm not supposed to know
Still here with the boasting flow
Showboating while I motorboat her
Wetter than a coastal cove
Doing shows coast-to-coast
And house-to-house, broke them doors
Give mouth-to-mouth to all your whores
She panting while she chokes some more
Pistol poke yo' Post Malone
No ski mask on, get toasted warm
It's close to war
Time for postal cards and notes that won't come home

[Interlude]
Ahhh

[Verse 2]
Nobody else hides and survives from this day forward
It's a constant monotonous swinging within unconscious
And now they 'bout to see what they all prayed for
Niggas finna have to wait in line 'cause they paid for it
This that barrel to the motherfucking face
Shit, the same tip of grace
Y'all lil' gimmicks need a taste, quick
Judge facing the direction of the plaintiff
With bloodstained hatred that drips down pages
What is life at this point?
Nothing really just a stroll-through concept
Know you wanna object but process progress
Can you even see a better place within this dark mess
Humankind conquest?
Watch when the time stops-a-tick
Let it all fall down, crossing the bridge
It's a shame how it's gone down, drops like a twig
Snapshots of a timelapse lost in abyss