SLOTH

[Verse 1: Leechy Boi]
Spiderwebs, trace along my body, break my veins
I don't need a thotty, get a hobby, grow your brain
We be in the lobby, say I'm mobbing, keep ya range
Rip the wires out an automation, fuck you building a case
Just need faces, dead mans, dollars in my pocket
I don't need the pussy, you can suck on my cock, bitch
Think you flying high, nitro cell up in your cockpit
Ping-pong burn it long, got the Glaz up in the optics
I'm in every frame, of the videos you take
The reaper-reaper on your turf, you might make a few mistakes
See you shaking, see you quaking when I'm pulling out the blade
You ain't got no shit to say to me, you on vibrate
Scars all on my legs from the barbed I climb
Shredded up my denim, not a pattern you can buy
Little faker boi, skater boi, I don't need to lie
You editing your pictures up, I really shave along the side
Acid burn all on my wrist, I'm a ghost inside
Cookie cutter motherfuckers all writing the same lines
I'm as real as can be, but nobody want to touch me
Gone off the lines again, I'm bringing my own energy
Itchy boi with the trigger finger, but I dropped the gun off
I don't need the trouble, why the fuck you flex your airsoft?
I grin under my mask, every fuckboy got their teeth drawn
I'm following your traces, but to me, you're just a run off

[Verse 2: Idylll]
That's my ride or die, fucking rotting in my casket
Put aside the pride, slumped and bodied, condo actress
Let me try to guide, pumping heart, divide, disastrous
That's my ride or die, rotting in my casket
Periodic cries, while my jaws swallow blackness
See you on the side, where the sun dissolve to ashes
I'ma fall apart before you motherfuckers get up
Wake the fuck up, you lazy, tainted sucker
Wake the fuck up, mane, the pain is sub par
Saying change the fuck up, I'm in this thing to suffer
Please wake the fuck up, I don't got no saint to judge us
I don't want no fade, just the grudge, I don't want no fade, just the grudge
Oh my god, dust and cobwebs on me, ancient motherfucker in the flesh
Tell me if you worship me, I promise all this wear and tear attire
Only on a motherfucker for the flex
If you want the smoke then we can get to rolling up
And all you gotta do is drop a fucking Addy and we up
I'm in the final stages, aiming at these punks, better duck