Soul Disposal

[Verse 1: Dead Poet]
In a life or death situation
What would you do to try and stop it?
(stop it)
When I pull up, gun up outta my waste
Put it straight to yo face and cock it
(and cock it)
Murder music, I prefer to use it when a punk motherfucker looking at me wrong
And then actually have the audacity to ask me to rap on a motherfucking sappy song
Fuck a guest appearance, I got the best of lyrics
There ain't a soul in the city as raw
Whole committee sitting pretty, getting shitty at the bar
Watching bitches pull titties out her bras
Fuck you, you, you
This is the life that I chose to lead
I could never be content just smoking weed
I need hoes into coke and speed (speed)
I got the coldest greed
There any soul to bleed
That got scars on they motherfucking heart like mine
How you gonna go and pick apart my grind?
Pimping even in the dark I shine (shine)
I'mma lyrical monster
Back on the block to haunt ya
Pack a motherfucking rocket launcher
Get your brains blowed out when them thangs pulled out
I'm the illest motherfucker in the genre (genre)
I got the worst appearance and the perseverance
All I wanna do is sustain my wealth
And remain as stealth as possible
Cause these motherfucking pictures won't paint they-selves
So I got surface rage
I ain't deserve the cage the damn punk ass faggots done placed me in
So I turn the page, now worth the stage
God damn that shit feel great to win

[Chorus: Dead Poet]
Soul disposal got me claustrophobic
Got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
Lost on Oxycontin's not often sober
Thoughts getting rotted from the pot exposure
Impossible to stop all these awful motives
Options, I ain't got
My life's probably over
Glock's already cocked, single shots exploding
So I'm unloading my
Soul disposal got me claustrophobic
Got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
Lost on Oxycontin's not often sober
Thoughts getting rotted from the pot exposure
Impossible to stop all these awful motives
Options, I ain't got
My life's probably over
Glock's already cocked, single shots exploding
So I'm unloading my

[Verse 2: Dead Poet]
I'mma twisted psycho in a vicious cycle
Sadistic with unrealistic mic skill
Misfit
No-one give a shit how I feel
I hit the spliff then sip the NyQuil
What you ain't knowing I'm a beast on wax
I feast on tracks
We pull up along side your Nissan Max
And hop the fuck out with Easton bats
Get knocked the fuck out and your cheeks detached
Chew, eating pussy betting with your teeth all smashed
You know how people on speed react
Mixed with a little bit of weed and Jack
Tossed in a couple Desert Es and MACs
I make motherfuckers die with my illegal acts
Braveheart swinging a medieval axe
Been framed more times than Jesus tracks
I get blazed and wonder in these days of thunder
Wishing life would just hurry up and pass me by
I'm psychopathic, and my life is drastic
And I'm still coming down off a nasty high
Yo fuck the game, I don't bust the same as these biting ass motherfucking decoys spit
I stomp through the mud and fuck through the blood
I ain't writing that motherfucking D-boy shit

[Bridge: Dead Poet]
Dead
Poet
Dead
Poet

[Chorus: Dead Poet]
Soul disposal got me claustrophobic
Got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
Lost on Oxycontin's not often sober
Thoughts getting rotted from the pot exposure
Impossible to stop all these awful motives
Options, I ain't got
My life's probably over
Glock's already cocked, single shots exploding
So I'm unloading my
Soul disposal got me claustrophobic
Got me locked in the closet, no walls are closing
Lost on Oxycontin's not often sober
Thoughts getting rotted from the pot exposure
Impossible to stop all these awful motives
Options, I ain't got
My life's probably over
Glock's already cocked, single shots exploding
So I'm unloading my

[Bridge: Dead Poet]
Dead
Poet
Dead
Poet

[Outro: Dead Poet]
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