Something Darker

Prez Sinatra

[Verse 1: LXXIV]
Overdose and then convulse onto the sofa
Paramedics check my pulse and I’m colder than Minnesota
I’m the evil type
Play with knives when I’m sleep deprived
Seeing sprits in my crib think I live with a poltergeist
I’m never nice
The devil couldn’t front the price for soul
So imma kill beats then prolly take my life when I’m old
These bad habits got em scared they say I’m outta control
The 27 club is looking nice from down in my hole
It’s so tragic
A-list all plastic
Phony motherfuckеrs get the blunt and nevеr pass it ‘round
I stack the cards but always find a way to break em down
Positive gestures always find a way to get me clowned
So I just take another shot and get to acting out this acid rap is causing casualties around a hundred miles
I visit studios & leave the artist dead in piles
Walking out the door I think I’m stepping over harry styles
One direction how this tool move
It’s clockwise
I tighten up my circle had to remove, bout 5 guys
Don’t be talking if you ain’t on, my eye line
I can’t stand you fools I had to improve my timeline
Like fine wine
These raps are
Had fake friends
Got back scars
Fuck what these fags thought this real rap don’t act hard
The facts are
This black car
Will blast past
His radar
These piglets
Won’t spin shit
We smoke pork like incense
We did it
You fuckers acting we ain’t get yo attention
Like when a midget visit basketball conventions
My intentions are the bad type
I listen to a bimbo talk then hit her wit the bagpipe
Find a tailor get a fitted suit that’s pinstripe
Feel like I’m in the mob I got a tommy at my priests wife
I tell that bitch read from the Bible then I kill her cause I always like to say my grace before I eat my dinner
Real killer
Faces stretched along my lampshade
Handmade
Knives in the eyes of the deadweight
Castrate
Every victim thinking they gon get laid
Soul leaves the body, drag my knife across the breastplate
Can’t relate to the populous that got morals
We ain’t cordial
I’m immortal
You peasants flimsy as foil
While I’m hitchhiking portals & slaughtering all you mortals
I’m a force to be reckoned with
I drink a 5th then piss gold on yo mothers lips she like it when I swing my dick
Left and right just like a clock she getting hypnotized
I’m all up I’m her mouth but she don’t mind because she’s not alive
I’m sick and twisted like a suicidal victim who had covid
Scalded a ladder took a leap right off the building and I’m
Hanging out like the noose in ya uncles kitchen
Boutta take the swing but it’s too loose looks like he failed the mission
Drawing triple 6’s just to piss the Christian’s off
In the back off class putting pentagrams on all the walls
Teacher told my mom that I had something wrong
She laughed it off until I brought a strap to school and wacked em all

[Verse 2: LVST]
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