SOMETHING SINISTER

[VERSE 1]
Ay, I’m keepin’ the gun tucked underneath the mattress where I stay, hoe
Runnin’ right up and I’m catchin’ the case with no mask on my face, hoe
Young grey, hoe, casket where I lay, hoe
Chasin’ my malleable with shots of propane, hoe
Don’t feel no pain, though, but ain’t nobody noticed yet
Fuckin’ these slutty bitches and showin’ them no respect
Hold this tec as I take this hit right to my chest
Fold his neck as I take him to his bed
Turn these bitches to sluts
I turn these sluts into druggies
A couple dicks in they butt and now they sayin’ they lucky
A couple sticks in the mud, I turn these dogs into puppies
I remember when none of these little groupies were fuckin’
Get the fuck away from me ‘less you talkin’ cash
Not fuckin’ no clean hoes, ‘Celly talkin’ trash
Garbage back shawty tryna’ fuck, but I ain’t goin’ fishin’
Ay, she suck my dick like it’s a competition

[VERSE 2]
Ay, now they all askin’ what happened to me
Made my first tracks, they was laughin’ at me
Now I make all these tracks like the bastard I be
They hit me up like “What’s happenin, T?”
Like I’m flattin’ they knees
Rappers who think that they somethin’ but really they flattering me
Now they snappin’ at me, payin’ no mind
I am not even flinchin’ they cappin’ at me
No I’m not scared of you, breakin’ these barriers
You was a rodent and I’m like a bear to ya
Bitch I’m prepared to get scared when I stare at ya
You was a pussy and I don’t compare to ya
Causin’ hysteria, Tazzy be tearin’ ya
Poltergeist flippin’ I laugh when they bearin’ ya
No type of brain in my skull, if my head of horns like you’re runnin’ with bulls
Ay
Work like a god, work till I fall
Bitch I’m a spirit, I live in the walls
Pull out my claws, slash at ya jaw
You was all talk so I’m breakin’ yo paws
I feel the devil inside of me, walkin’ like nobody ride with me
25 bitches who hate me as much as I do and are tryin’ to die with me
I ain’t ‘bout talkin’ bitch, I’m about work
You fuck with my team then you meetin’ the dirt
You fuckin’ with us, we put you on a shirt
I’m slittin’ yo throat and I hope that it hurt
Wanna keep talkin’? You’re meetin’ your doom
You feelin’ the presence with me in the room
You better start prayin’, commence to your tomb
Whatever god you believe in, I promise bitch you meetin’ him soon