Sold My Soul
Ahh fuck 'em bro!
Show 'em how it's fuckin' done
Uh, look
Bitch up in my bed wan' make a lil' freak show
Drugs have got me dead
But foreign pussy left finito
She ride, I chop a line
We drop the weight off like it's keto
Kilos of the bud in lungs
We smoke it up then reload
Fuck 'em all it's defcon bitch
It's code red in the White House
Pissed like Donald Duck
'Cause I just Trump 'em all, they die out
Endangered
I remember nights I'd grip the razor
No shavin', kinda like the opposite to Jada
But I ain't tryna get smacked
I'd man up more than Chris Rock
(Boo!)
Oh, too soon?
(Boo cunt! Fuck off!)
Fuck 'em cunt!
How you coppin' that in front of millions and not pissed off?
Everybody soft commending him for being walked on
Man I fuck with Will
But I Am Legend now you're all wrong
My bars are sick, yours make me sick
I throw up make it go long
Like footy throw, fuck 'em bro
Zero nil on my songs
And I don't give a fuck I'll lay it out like it's a futon
Look, special K and eccies just to get through the day
We off a pill and all my bruvvas say you speakin' the truth
The boof has got its grasp on me then I'm back in the fray
Got shit to lose but in the past I'd give my soul right away
Joker wearing rapper's flesh like Lady Gaga's meat dress
Wear them down, their skull a crown
Boil their flesh then eat them
I get the blade, I'm drinking blood
Vampire gaze of wicked ways
You'll face the hate, I promise mate
Annihilate then segregate
The lame from great, exterminate
When a hymen aggravates
I'll split your brains, southern hemisphere bars
Holding weight
By the way, Ari and Wayne saw me hit 150k
Album streams on Spotify, Prymal be a heavyweight
Chilling in the river city, dumping bodies in a lake
Filling up the pigs ain't pretty
Search for Daniel, Arian, Wayne
From Melbourne all the way to Brissie
Hooked on thousands of hits my G
You ain't listening? Bodies blistenin
You step to me? Then DOA!
Prymal
Since the age of thirteen I was a fuckin' lab rat
Pennin' at the back of class and fightin' at the bag racks
Now look where it put me
While these fuckers stayin' off track
The raps are fierce
Go Mikey T a motherfucker box tracks
Look, special K and eccies just to get through the day
We off a pill and all my bruvvas say you speakin' the truth
The boof has got its grasp on me then I'm back in the fray
Got shit to lose but in the past I'd give my soul right away
I'm not afraid of you (Nope)
I'm afraid of me, eventually
You will see the real seed of Luci (Fer)
Loosely I heard things about me in your songs (What?)
Proofread my words, understand the bark from the dog
In your past, thoughts like that should really be dead last
I ascend, make amends 'til eventually
I'm under grass and the police pass
Stop trying to sit at my table to eat the food that we grow
Yeah I guess this is that chapter 2 (Yeah)
And I'm back to do what I have to do (Yeah)
What I have to prove? What I have to show?(Yeah)
Rappin' tirelessly, my axle broke (Yeah)
Tootin' my horn, no saxophone (Yeah)
Back is broke, got a fractured bone (Yeah)
From the rapid flow and the whiplash (Yeah)
That's what you call a throwback (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
We don't fuck with a lamein
Can't fuck with you lame cunts
EMP
Summer 2019
That's how we fuckin' kill this shit
Show 'em how it's fuckin' done
Uh, look
Bitch up in my bed wan' make a lil' freak show
Drugs have got me dead
But foreign pussy left finito
She ride, I chop a line
We drop the weight off like it's keto
Kilos of the bud in lungs
We smoke it up then reload
Fuck 'em all it's defcon bitch
It's code red in the White House
Pissed like Donald Duck
'Cause I just Trump 'em all, they die out
Endangered
I remember nights I'd grip the razor
No shavin', kinda like the opposite to Jada
But I ain't tryna get smacked
I'd man up more than Chris Rock
(Boo!)
Oh, too soon?
(Boo cunt! Fuck off!)
Fuck 'em cunt!
How you coppin' that in front of millions and not pissed off?
Everybody soft commending him for being walked on
Man I fuck with Will
But I Am Legend now you're all wrong
My bars are sick, yours make me sick
I throw up make it go long
Like footy throw, fuck 'em bro
Zero nil on my songs
And I don't give a fuck I'll lay it out like it's a futon
Look, special K and eccies just to get through the day
We off a pill and all my bruvvas say you speakin' the truth
The boof has got its grasp on me then I'm back in the fray
Got shit to lose but in the past I'd give my soul right away
Joker wearing rapper's flesh like Lady Gaga's meat dress
Wear them down, their skull a crown
Boil their flesh then eat them
I get the blade, I'm drinking blood
Vampire gaze of wicked ways
You'll face the hate, I promise mate
Annihilate then segregate
The lame from great, exterminate
When a hymen aggravates
I'll split your brains, southern hemisphere bars
Holding weight
By the way, Ari and Wayne saw me hit 150k
Album streams on Spotify, Prymal be a heavyweight
Chilling in the river city, dumping bodies in a lake
Filling up the pigs ain't pretty
Search for Daniel, Arian, Wayne
From Melbourne all the way to Brissie
Hooked on thousands of hits my G
You ain't listening? Bodies blistenin
You step to me? Then DOA!
Prymal
Since the age of thirteen I was a fuckin' lab rat
Pennin' at the back of class and fightin' at the bag racks
Now look where it put me
While these fuckers stayin' off track
The raps are fierce
Go Mikey T a motherfucker box tracks
Look, special K and eccies just to get through the day
We off a pill and all my bruvvas say you speakin' the truth
The boof has got its grasp on me then I'm back in the fray
Got shit to lose but in the past I'd give my soul right away
I'm not afraid of you (Nope)
I'm afraid of me, eventually
You will see the real seed of Luci (Fer)
Loosely I heard things about me in your songs (What?)
Proofread my words, understand the bark from the dog
In your past, thoughts like that should really be dead last
I ascend, make amends 'til eventually
I'm under grass and the police pass
Stop trying to sit at my table to eat the food that we grow
Yeah I guess this is that chapter 2 (Yeah)
And I'm back to do what I have to do (Yeah)
What I have to prove? What I have to show?(Yeah)
Rappin' tirelessly, my axle broke (Yeah)
Tootin' my horn, no saxophone (Yeah)
Back is broke, got a fractured bone (Yeah)
From the rapid flow and the whiplash (Yeah)
That's what you call a throwback (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
We don't fuck with a lamein
Can't fuck with you lame cunts
EMP
Summer 2019
That's how we fuckin' kill this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Arian Muir
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