Walkmen (feat. Stasis)

Fuck all that talkin' I'm ready to walk it
Hope that my head makes a big enough target
Came like a Walkman I'm so out of pocket
Makin' they eyes pop out of the sockets
This that new me they ain't see comin'
Mad enough to hit the nuke button
You know who done it
Bet you won't do nothin'

Fuck all that talkin' I'm ready for war
I woke up chose violence I'm ready for more
I'm not gonna stop 'till some heads it the floor
Like the old 49ers just run me the Gore
I'll run over a corpse and show no remorse
I do not give one all those feelings ignored
That good guy shit over with that shit was boring
I'm reborn and this evil shit come with rewards
Stronger and better
I'm harder than ever
So smart and so clever
I charge up and dead em
V is for vengeance I got a vendetta
They better be prayin' to god I don't get em
I'm loosin' it, Startin' to sound like a lunatic
And this voice in my head?
I don't know who he is
But he knows what I could do with him
Bare faced bare hands I could bury the man

They don't love you said "fuck you" when you save the day
It's time to get mines tell'em get out the way
I'm comin' back in this with a whole different frame
I'm robbing these bitches they said that I changed
Saving these people is so fucking lame
I burn down the village do better than Bane
I'd open the planet it might change the weather
You evil as fuck and I think that it's better
Fuck being a goody the cape is a hoodie
The world is a pussy and guess I'm the bully
Leave body's so gushy or crumbled like cookies
Don't take them to jail this just how it should be
These bodies I'm bombing these niggas be crawling I'm calling my demons I tell em quit stalling
I catch em they jogging rip eyes out their sockets
They running I'm watching look at em exhausted

Fuck all that talkin' I'm ready to walk it
Hope that my head makes a big enough target
Came like a Walkman I'm so out of pocket
Makin' they eyes pop out of the sockets
This that new me they ain't see comin'
Mad enough to hit the nuke button
You know who done it
Bet you won't do nothin'

This is that shit that I've come to enjoy
Mama look what they done done to your boy
She won't like what has become of her boy
But that up to me? I ain't have a choice
Tragic right
How the boy lived the maddest life
Turns a man to a blacker night
On his shit in the black of night
Never flight man I'd rather fight
Feelin' like all my wrongs were right
Maybe that's the plight!
They ain't on shit same way that I got it
Might've gone mad just a lil psychotic
The man went bat, ain't it ironic
Mental state came straight from the comics
Crazy freak shit I'm on my Giannis
All about my bucks now if I'm being honest
But still gotta made sure I am the hottest artist



Credits
Writer(s): Tracey Littleton
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