Pathogen ◇

Blow to the nose like the force of a shotgun
When the cops come my body is pure sawdust
Profit off of robbing the block at dark off one
So when you hear the pop of the Glock, you know my cock's touched
Found my purpose in living a little bit ago
Its ripping clitorises of instrumentals and slitting foes
Get into the hole, the bridges im hitting will explode
And if you didn't listen, i hope you can withstand a blow
Breathe slow when pillaging villages in the snow
Gold printed hoes' the motive knowing im kelly rowland
Without the ow, the land, thе notoriety
But after this is outed, thе roads coated in urine i layed
Play defense and i off it on entrance
Due to my sentences exiting out my paper
Its safe to say, rapping is second nature whenever im posted up at a morgue attempting to set ablaze a flame
Move right and your handy manny is left deceased
Clueless when im exiting, dawg, you know your friend is bleeding out his torso? moreso, youre the fourth to go
The fingers in the cut and im thumbing through all the swords to throw
Nigga youre toast, say cheese before i break the mold
Recreating bane and bruce wayne when taping this bitch
Getting her backbone stolen early this morning
Cause my wood is getting swollen and bitches wanna resort to hoe shit

Cold villain with a holy sentence
Rolling in a rover in october, my soul is amiss
In the abyss with the flows given from solace
Even then, my shit's a pathogen, grasp it and youll know that its sick
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Niggas dying, unlikely that theyll survive in this
Four story dive in a live fire my lighter flicked
To all my niggas who wanted a flow slower
Im slathering molasses on top of me to arrive in it
Your bitch came and noticed the role of me was a fighter
As soon as i hit the coast, yet still tried it, i like it
Since rolling over limbs in a locomotive is my refreshment
Inside this cold vicinity where that life's arrested
I still pull up with a knife in vest
Mind still primal, the opium wars never ended
Swerve inside a hijacked fighter jet in the wild west
And crash into the bermuda triangle and die a vet
Tie a bomb onto my house, set it for 90 seconds
Smile down in hell as piled debris fly and tear shit
One hundred and ninety miles an hour
When it smashes through a window, snatches the lives of your bestfriends
Just a written from the truly sickest
14 year old doing this with your loony children
Shooting up intruders intruding upon the crew im within
Knowing full well that when i cough, they knew he spitting
Clip the vocals of oppositions with rugers
Even when im offline, i off lines, you knew the mission
Nothing new to it, im too malicious to give a coop shit
Chipped tooth beside of my noose, this is ruthless