Ink Machine

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
No fear, I stay grinnin'
Cop a gear, metal spinnin'
Bendy coupe, windows tinted
One chopper, heads splittin'
Studio grind I make ideas come to life
I don't give a damn I kill on site
With that ink machine I write
Make that splat
Put brains all over the wall 'till they see black
Tryna make it out the trap, they all come back
That ink machine when I write I make that splat
That ink machine, I'm strapped

[Verse 1: Hari Upfront]
Putting their lights out, breakers down
They don't work, just chasing clout
Summoning demons, catch a round
Only thing rising is body count
Like Boris, they got no heart
My chamber's loaded with 4 parts
Drew Studio, I'ma lеt a clip go
Got the barrel, make thе flow start
Haters in a locker, I don't see 'em
He's not a boss, he stays defeated
Always on the move but I ain't leavin'
Feeling like Wally, I stay keyed in
I don't need a reason, I'll kill anything
Butcher gang, butcher gang, butcher gang, choppa man
Tryna make clones, we're not the same
It's not a game, everyday life
Gotta stay woke I'm on the grind
Plotting and scheming and drawing every day every night (ya ya ya) Night night (ya)
Making them twisted up like Alice
With that ink machine, they're splattered up
Batter up, coming out swinging
They don't wanna cross my path, ink demon
Turning my head and they be speedin'
I'm on a roll like I be reelin'
Got them all screamin' from every corner they turn
I liquidate so I never get burned
I wrote the chapters, this the first
I come to kill like a searcher

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
No fear, I stay grinnin'
Cop a gear, metal spinnin'
Bendy coupe, windows tinted
One chopper, heads splittin'
Studio grind I make ideas come to life
I don't give a damn I kill on site
With that ink machine I write
Make that splat
Put brains all over the wall 'till they see black
Tryna make it out the trap, they all come back
That ink machine when I write I make that splat
That ink machine, I'm strapped

[Verse 2: Austin Stevens]
Fuck a mouse it's the devil's time
Check your script, there's some prayers, recite
Got a bad bitch and she mad thick
She named Alice Angel but she hella fine
That halo on her head it shine
A dark hue, skin is phantom white
It's been thirty years since you've walked these halls
Now there's something splattered on the walls tonight
Hear it drippin’
It's a private screening for your torture, buddy
And the world's in admission
This here a nostalgia trip, ain't no way you forgetting
The monster you helped create
Given fangs and claws sharper than razor blades
You're infected no chance you can walk away
Leave 'em mental just like Sammy Walker (wait)
Bacon soup, but don't go on a plate
I eat it out the can, how I'm feeling nourished
These mother fuckers think they wolfin' but they mute side characters resemble Boris
Finna knee cap 'em with a lead pipe for talkin dat knee, dis knee
This your series finale, but I got another season
And a demon within me now let the credits roll
As everything you see fades to black
You done chose to enter my studio, now not a chance in hell you’ll ever make it back
It’s not a poison, toxin, or radioactive goo
I got a big machine, and it’s leakin' ink
And a cast of characters that's stalkin' you, bitch it's Austin

[Chorus: Hari Upfront]
No fear, I stay grinnin'
Cop a gear, metal spinnin'
Bendy coupe, windows tinted
One chopper, heads splittin'
Studio grind I make ideas come to life
I don't give a damn I kill on site
With that ink machine I write
Make that splat
Put brains all over the wall 'till they see black
Tryna make it out the trap, they all come back
That ink machine when I write I make that splat
That ink machine, I'm strapped