Random Acts of Horror (feat. Ohene Cornelius)

[Verse 1: Shottie]

Yeah, I'm looking at the [?]
Like "gimme your money, this gonna be your favorite album"
If not I grab 'em by the ankles and I shake it out 'em
That same routine that I'm breaking out of
Could of put me inside an insane asylum
With Saddam Hussein and Golem, Manson, Osama
Drawing pentagrams with Dahmer
In a penthouse rented out for random acts of horror
I bagged your mama as a badge of honor
How else you think I knew that she was scared of anacondas
And i conned her, lost her number after I stroked it
I think the kids call it ghosting
I call it... yeah, it was ghosting
Bitch tracked me down I just blamed it on the Covid
Like (coughing) don't get to close Miss

[Verse 2: Shottie]

Look I write bars with a quill by candle light
I'm just playing homie I don't have to right
Maybe for the average man that might be bad advice
So when you see the average man tell 'em that ain't right
But meanwhile I'm a be a super-human
Rolling sushi out of humans, rolling doobies out of cubans
Rolling with the homies you just sounding clueless
Get it stupid?
I'm in a 4 door Moskvitch in Moscow
Mobbing deep with a mossberg
I start a mosh-pit in the mosque aisle
I'll sew your asshole closed and keep feeding you dog chow
Cause you're a bitch...
Wu-Tang forever though

[Verse 3: Ohene Cornelius]

Your words ain't matching what your lips say, a Kung-Fu movie
I come through groovy, Pro Tools smoothies
Dumped two hoochies, [?] two coochies (swish)
I don't get drunk, I'm a monk
The base heads sell you funk
Through the drugs in the trunk (you get me?)
They don't know more than me, cause I'm Ohene
Expensive than a motherfucker, worth every penny (ching)
In a Pontiac Firebird with a molotov lit
And I don't even plan to throw the shit (nah)
Harlem River Yacht Club mobbing deep with Robin Leech
You gon have to pay me
Pitching faster than a [?]
Dancing in the Maldives
NFTs the USD's lately (now bring her back)