Creep

IMMA CREEP
IMMA CREEP
IMMA CREEP

SNEAKING WIT DEM motha fuckin Nikes on my feet
Its the MASS MIC MURDERER
IM OFF MA motha fuckin' leash
Leaving leaches deceased
Put ya 6 feet deep beneath
Bout to control alt delete
All the weak
And repeat
Cracking fuckas teeth against the concrete for sleeping on the kid
NOT EXACTLY SURE WHAT ELSE I SHOULD HAVE DID
Just a linguistic mystic misfit

Too sick to catch a fucking virus
Catch these fists
For talking shit
On the clique

Use a little common sense
Should have known better than to fuck with oblivion if you try to start some static
I tend to get a little violent
Playing with the strings of your life
like a violin
Too many idle men
Being manipulated without even questioning the ones controlling them
Just a bunch of puppets in the show for the fat of the land
But I murdered the fuckin master
And I'm not about to pretend
The corruption will never end

Because ot the peoples refusal to let
our eyes open
Must be nice
Choking on the lies

Hope you eat em up and die
Through these rhymes
My mind is immortalized
Egotistic suicide
Read between the fucking lines
THIS 3D REALM IS SOMETHING THAT I THOUGHT ID NEVER FIND
I'll be damned if somebody tries to creep and attempts to take mine
I'll give you a resting place where the light will never shine
Dont fuck with my fuckin vibe
Cause I'll split your dome wide

Keep it cool then theres no problems between you and I
Somewhat of a nice guy
But push me over the edge
And you'll be surprised



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bledsoe
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