Boysenberry Sepsis

[Intro]
Just not gonna say anything, just make noises
I love you HELLBOY
Hrryeat, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, WO!
This shit we boomin', it's an odyssey bro, it's rabbit holes wherever we go. Let's get it then, we'll check this out
We got somebody new, that shit kinda cool
UGHAA
AY A-a-a-a

[Verse 1: Sleuth]
Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck
Glow like I’m frozen, my dosage corrupt
Flow like a chosen until I combust
Into nothing but dust, my son
I don’t think you want to press your luck
They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust
Old game’s so corrupt
Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood
Father figure was a .38
There goеs that son of a gun
Leading them all astray with disgrace for thе next fresh dove
Pray for a man who won’t settle
He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle
They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental
They hope you ain't got the potential to let go
And assemble your own end goals
So bleed every last drop of the dream
From the throat of some old GOATs
No antidote for the soul bloat

[Interlude]
Bloody rippin' this mother fuckin' track
I know it took 'em some time to get on this mother fucker
Cause they had the beat built for this mother fucker
But yo, yuh, he amped up on this motherfucker
Ay, bitches try tuh (bitches try tuh)
Sounds pretty cool

[Verse 2: Mossback]
Bitches try to hold me by the goatee
On my dome piece
Like they own me, own me
I just feed 'em pepperoni
On a hoagie, till they foamy
Back in ’03 I was already OG
Twenty-fourteen showed me
I can only
Proceed in the lonely, as a trophy
Think you know me? You a homie?
Get you out my situation with a ceremony
I give grown men nightmares, call me alimony
When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony
Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony
Feed that bitch some macaroni
Or she’ll find me, low key
Looking for my pokey
Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony
While you gettin' nosey with your cronies
When you find out
I’ll be dead already under 6 feet of concrete

[Verse 3: Saliva Grey]
(Bom, bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom)
ROUH
Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience
Fuck the meds in my pocket
I'ma go off 'em ROUH
Motherfuckers ain’t honest
But they really good at shouting
Fuck about the commas?
Why they living so shallow?
Take a look up at the shadow, I...
Woke up today and I ain’t meditate
Now all my demons gon' circle my brain
Now all a sudden I hate life
Fuck up, out my, damn, sight
Hold up for a second
99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch
You know we coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow

[Verse 4: 99ZED]
Smile on my face while I’m grippin' on the hatchet
Pull my hoodie up, like I’m Jason get to slashin'
Choppin' up they limbs
99 is going batshit
East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged
99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand
Ready to take your life in the night like I’m Iceman
Creeping out of sight
I keep the ratchet in my right hand
Painting the walls red
I am the catalyst of violence

[Outro]
That shit went hard, bro! I like this one. He like, DAMN G, where'd you find that?