Matte

Murder everyone in the pack where my wolves at
Matte black savage, mac 11 in my backpack
Keep a ball gag for you rappers with a backslash
Hammer on these beats like I’m MC or a anvil

Pistol in my lap
Fn if you steppin but a razor don’t jam
So I keep it cold sheathed tongue n cheek
For the weak minded sheep
Im always sleeping with a couple eyes wide open

I am the lord of you all
Even when I’m trippin no I will never fall back
Stepping over dead matches fill my blunt with your ashes
And now I’m choking from your lack of abscess

Did you see what happened to the last cast?
Murdered em now they are in my trash bag
Passed them with a inhale that ship set sail
I don’t ever wanna be like you!

Do you see the leaves fall?
Do you see how you feel when I breathe wrong
I am the lord of you all
I am the lord of you all
Do you see the leaves fall?
Do you see how you feel when I breathe wrong
I am the lord of you all
I am the lord of you all

Lord just murdered every body with a passion
Ever since I started it I knew I’d end your passion
At least I’m not a has been
Every other poet with another rhyme end line
Who do you think you are talking to?
I’m the lord of the death and I follow you
I’m the lord of the hollows but the depths are your best
Bet you will feel my pain when they swallow your soul
Bitch