Bag of Souls

[Intro]
Yeah
Kill it

[Verse]
I got, moves like: fuck your swagger
I slide 'em in quick, got moves like jagger
Hit 'em and then I gotta be ripping 'em up, 'cause I'm so clever
Quit pulling on my leg, bitch like a lever
HØllÖw be bringing the H-bitch like a letter
I ain't never gonna impatient, like "I'll never"
You ain't never gonna be able to top my flow like "for the record"
Chopping them up with a chainsaw like my face was made of leather
Better get back, 'cause I'm blasting with my craft
Like rap-bap-bap-bap, hit 'em with my raps
They like fap-fap-fap-fap, so I spit it phat-phat-phat
When I'm ripping on these tracks, you'll never get it like that
Especially if I might snap, pulling on this gat
Then open up their back, like a fucking KitKat
Did you get that?
Swallow all this crap, got 'em feeling like it's crack
Boiling up a dab, better get my shit packed, up in this rig
Break up the stick, like a motherfucking rib, man
I'm chugging on this fifth, man
It's making my head tip, dude
I'm sick with this shit, like a fucking invalid, bitch, let's get it
Bitches hit my phone, just to see if I'm home
Rappers getting pwned, when I spit it off da dome
Their feelings get owned, and then they acting like a clone
Man I get em all alone, and then they changing their tone
Ahead of Kanye's zone, get Yeezus off the throne, man
I'm puffing on this grown, but it better get me stoned, man
I get these rappers gone, I ain't fucking with no drones
Man I'm a dick but I go long like OG Mudbone
Gettin' your brains blown, if you fucking with my chrome
Hung like a horse, fucking a bitch in my Porsche
Bumping the Cannibal Corpse, but I never loved it more
But gotta clean up what I tore
Nike bitch, "Just do it"
But I'll act like it's a chore
When I rip open four, different whores, and leave 'em bleeding on the floor
Laying in juice, from their Fallopian tubes, being split up in two
Listen to this dude, I'm crude
I cook 'em like a cow, when I make 'em lay down
They ain't even make a sound, like I got 'em with the chloroform
Doused sham-wow, now, tell me that ain't flow
When I hit 'em out the back door, like an anal probe
But they never even know, 'cause I'm so underground
They never even flow, 'cause they below supersonic sound
Ripping 'em out, closing their mouth, weighing the pound, taking it down
Doing it up and every single motherfucker gonna be shutting it down, but they can't even fuckin' keep up
Bagging it and I'ma reap 'em
Fucking it up and I'ma keep 'em
Chewing it up and I'ma eat 'em
Throwing 'em up, like something ain't thug
So I been pulling on a slug, better let me fucking bust
His head down in rust, laying up on the rug, with a mouth full of blood
Man, I remove their tongue, so they can't speak, cunt
Man, I told you that I'm blunt, smoke my honesty
I mean honestly, you're not the hottest thing
You're never gonna bring, something new to sing
Making the heads go ting, when the bell goes ding, I step up in the ring
And I blast them, zoom past them, then cast them, I pack 'em
In my belt, but that fucking never helps
I got a heater like it's hell, and a freezer like the Arctic shelf
Keep the contents to myself, 'cause I don't wanna go to jail
But I bet you fucking smell, the dank and toenails
Coming up from my grill, cash 'em like ASAP
But they say that I'm trill, 'cause I don't need a deal
I'm still spitting it real, got no Achille's heel
If I can't fucking feel, man, they all just got killed
By a kid who's stacking pills, just to get the right kind of bills
To be showing off his skills, but nobody wants a deal
I ain't running out of steel, I'm just pumping up my shield
So that everybody has to feel, every fucking thing I'm gonna spill
You can never check my will
I will murder you for real, and anybody thinking that I can't drill
Getting opened up like a well
Man, I saw when his organs fell, their fucking organs failed
Eat 'em alive like a hound from hell, but I got a bag of souls for sale, yeah