Trypophobia

[Verse 1: Big Melancholy]
Bitch, I come up out the grave with machetes to rip your face
Got a little bitty grip but she popping up off the lace
I've been patient way you do it so shiesty, don't leave a trace
Wrap my hood around my face to make sure I don't catch a case
I'm in a bad mood, lately been tripping like it's some bad shrooms, cab proof
Way to have stepping, I'm finna at you
Slap dude right out his jamies, still fucking act rude
Lad dude thought I was gonna step on the bad news
The ground splits, I hear the songs of the damned
I see the dead walk, I'm wondering where I am
I feel my legs lock, it's getting real hard to stand
I gotta headshot the pussy, don't make amends, bitch I done
Been the one that they wanna end, but I won't bend, won't break me
Bitch, I am aiming, I'ma send like thirty above his head
Watch me spin, won't miss
And make sure that I have his friend, don't worry

[Verse 2: BxbyJxmes]
You's a Grimy lil' peasant, you better clear from my presence
I'm feeling so homicidal, like Homelander, send a message
I'm a Wraith, angry for some vengeance
I see you sweating as you feel my presence
Do your best not to catch my attention
But something just won't let me
And It's feeling kinda heavy
The weight is getting deadly, so I'm clutching on my machete
I can never sleep in peace while my enemies fucking breathe
So I took my demons off the lease and let 'em have a feast
Turned your hallway to a range
I love to hear my bullets clang
As my chopper bangs I'll watch your intestines sowly hang
Creeping like Jack the Ripper on a fucking mission
So I bleed, all your arteries
Since your ass was easy pickings
Stomping on his neck, I'm a titan
My rage is burning like the sun in the sky is never counted blessings
Since they always were a lesson, demons get possessive when it come time for collection