Zetton (feat. Stroodle Boy, Slippy C, CamParadise & sensamura)

Double scythe swinging
Tyrant got your ears ringing
Ultra guard repping I'm part of that team
Turn the wrong way you get hit with a beam
Zetton you meeting your luck it be fleeting
I'm creeping up slow and you know I'm not leaving
The Sloth always staying you know it's my posse
Do you like Ace but you better not cross me
Seven Death, Aztec god coming back like Seven
Katana be swinging might send you to Heaven
Deer in headlights, that engine be revving
Running you over, murderous stepping
I feel like Mefilas, can't mess with this
Red King rocking your shit and I'm laughing
Bloody my knuckles it's never too taxing

How can he talk while he getting red dotted by Da Da
Bullet going right through your oblongata
Prowling like Ronda
Mettron running up on you turning you into a cloud like some sawdust
Filled him with holes before he even saw us
Body flying through the air like Poppins
Spare change haircut don't know what the cost is
Blood on the grass 'cause we filled a new coffin
Looking lean like a purple drink
You got a flow half empty so your hoe tryna get a sip of me
Little did she know the only thing Slippy is after is the boba tea
Now I feel like Taro
The boy cranking out beats for the bangers we make by the end of tomorrow
Spitting fire shit while y'all chewing on garbo
Eating bullshit for breakfast so call me a Klombo

Paradise bringing the judgement day
Setting the world up in a blaze
All the doubters seem amazed
Now y'all know I will never be phased
Been through too much of the bad side
My anxiety made sure I was never riding the high tide
Tried some meds to keep my attention
Now I see bitches putting my name in their mentions
Ay
Funny seeing them change their tunes
I can only seem to find real ones in runes
But I don't let it get me down
Got my confidence from lost and found
The Mob are the only real ones around
If one gets knocked to the ground
We'll make sure you are only hellbound
Ay

I feel like I been losing my place in existence
I gotta risk it all
Or I'ma fall to my knees
And crawl at the feet of a demon who's got his claws digging deep into me
He's got three but two horns
That is not the kind of sloth that I live for
I'ma asphyxiate
Or wind up face down on a slick shore
Uh
Ay
I ain't the goat yet but I'm still making sacrifices
I been tryna push back my vices
I got limited time 'til I'm back in crisis
The fact of life is that you lack what you need
But you'll never catch me doubting the creed
I'll be happy as long as I get out in one piece
Like origami but cannot fold 'til I find inner peace