Anti
I'll kill you
You fucked with the wrong guy
Do what i fucking say
I'll bury you, you fuck
(Revnack)
Don't like to be around nobody, developing mood swings
Overly concerned with money and fuckin a new fling
Hit em with my right hand cuz I got on a doom ring
All I need is just a look, and shit gon get to moving
Yeah, I got a disregard for human life, and it's starting to show
Niggas better stay off of my dick when I'm starting to blow
I'm not takin handouts, ima get this shit all on my own
I am not pathetic, so ain't no-one collecting my soul
Not regular rap, this shit is fucking hardcore
Show the finger to these pussy niggas, buddy, up yours
Umbai like a classy bitch, don't entertain these whores
I been living by the phrase, talk less, do more (Aye)
I get drunk and get to chuckin, I can't hold my liquor
Life's a fuckin game, but I won't play round w you niggas
And I won't argue with a bitch, I do not like to bicker
Been on my villainous shit, I feel like jack the ripper
Been so mysterious, I never like to show my fuckin face
Like to smoke a fuckin lot, so I need way more than a eighth
When they ask me what is wrong, I say, I'm filling up with hate
People always wanna talk, but what the fuck is there to say
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
You fucked with the wrong guy
Do what i fucking say
I'll bury you, you fuck
(Revnack)
Don't like to be around nobody, developing mood swings
Overly concerned with money and fuckin a new fling
Hit em with my right hand cuz I got on a doom ring
All I need is just a look, and shit gon get to moving
Yeah, I got a disregard for human life, and it's starting to show
Niggas better stay off of my dick when I'm starting to blow
I'm not takin handouts, ima get this shit all on my own
I am not pathetic, so ain't no-one collecting my soul
Not regular rap, this shit is fucking hardcore
Show the finger to these pussy niggas, buddy, up yours
Umbai like a classy bitch, don't entertain these whores
I been living by the phrase, talk less, do more (Aye)
I get drunk and get to chuckin, I can't hold my liquor
Life's a fuckin game, but I won't play round w you niggas
And I won't argue with a bitch, I do not like to bicker
Been on my villainous shit, I feel like jack the ripper
Been so mysterious, I never like to show my fuckin face
Like to smoke a fuckin lot, so I need way more than a eighth
When they ask me what is wrong, I say, I'm filling up with hate
People always wanna talk, but what the fuck is there to say
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
Credits
Writer(s): Deception ;
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