BLOODLINE (feat. darwin! & Marthe Willing)
(Is that Veer on the track?)
Invoke my name if you're itching for a fucking fight (Fight)
Invoke my name if you're itching to go see the light (Light)
Invoke my name if you're itching to see how you die
Frequently is how much I enjoy ending your bloodline (Bloodline)
Haters talk shit like they got a fucking death wish
If they got a problem, I might leave 'em fucking headless
Please don't act tough, prolly end up with yo head split
Dead lifted, get your man off the ground
With the mask on, bitch, I won't make a sound
Black potato for the rounds that go pound in your skull
Hollows leave you hollow, never meant for feeling whole
Yeah, this shit is getting old
How many homies gonna fold?
Knock yo teeth out, snatch the chain if it's gold
My homies never snitch, stories go untold
(Aw, this fuckin' guy, let's fuckin' get him)
Drum got a kick if a nigga feelin' bold
Yeah, he reaping what he sowed
Yeah, he reaping what he sowed!
Invoke my name if you're itching for a fucking fight (Fight)
Invoke my name if you're itching to go see the light (The light)
Invoke my name if you're itching to see how you die
Frequently is how much I enjoy ending your bloodline (Bloodline)
Rip and tear your liver, call that shit my fuckin' fantasy
Teeth on your jugular, bitches tally my causalities
Rippin' out your hair, night terrors, sleep paralysis
I'm the fuckin' dragon, pay your tribute to my chalices!
Quintessential bruises on your face belong like amethyst
Bloodied up my fists since I gave up being pacifist
Tearing up your larynx, firing up my pharynx
Ending your fuckin' bloodline is what I feed to clerics!
Ayo, who the fuck is this nigga?
Never mind the haters
Matter of fact, fuck 'em
Bitch, I'm from Texas, get the guns we don't tuck 'em (Pap, pap, pap)
All my opps is chickens, I might fuck around and pluck 'em (Grrrrah)
Corny ass phonies won't pop until you shuck 'em
They already duckin', I don't even need to touch 'em
Squabblin' lead to a concussion
We don't need to get to bussin'
But you buckin' and you fussin'
Heart colder than a Russian
So I do as I must
I might make yo girl blush
Forty make yo homie gush
Bro, you softer than a plush
Better hush
(Better hush)
Rip and tear your liver, call that shit my fuckin' fantasy
Teeth on your jugular, bitches tally my causalities
They tell me consider retributions for my fallacies
I say steady loses when the opp gives up moralities
Critical roll is the shit I do consume
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause Freddie the Krueger got nothing on these fuckin' tombs
Stole some fire from heathen gods, I earned my soul's survival
Bitches want smoke, Olympus got a rival
Libels, eyeballs praying for my downfall
That don't phase me, I'll bring my fuckin' rifles
Rip and tear till it's done!
I swear to the sun!
I'll end your whole bloodline, bloodline!
So like, yeah
If I had to go through that confrontation all over again
I would have said different things, y'know?
But here's the thing
I'm not an angry guy normally
So I can't say those things in the moment
But I'll be honest, man, I'll be honest
I won't let it slide next time
Invoke my name if you're itching for a fucking fight (Fight)
Invoke my name if you're itching to go see the light (Light)
Invoke my name if you're itching to see how you die
Frequently is how much I enjoy ending your bloodline (Bloodline)
Haters talk shit like they got a fucking death wish
If they got a problem, I might leave 'em fucking headless
Please don't act tough, prolly end up with yo head split
Dead lifted, get your man off the ground
With the mask on, bitch, I won't make a sound
Black potato for the rounds that go pound in your skull
Hollows leave you hollow, never meant for feeling whole
Yeah, this shit is getting old
How many homies gonna fold?
Knock yo teeth out, snatch the chain if it's gold
My homies never snitch, stories go untold
(Aw, this fuckin' guy, let's fuckin' get him)
Drum got a kick if a nigga feelin' bold
Yeah, he reaping what he sowed
Yeah, he reaping what he sowed!
Invoke my name if you're itching for a fucking fight (Fight)
Invoke my name if you're itching to go see the light (The light)
Invoke my name if you're itching to see how you die
Frequently is how much I enjoy ending your bloodline (Bloodline)
Rip and tear your liver, call that shit my fuckin' fantasy
Teeth on your jugular, bitches tally my causalities
Rippin' out your hair, night terrors, sleep paralysis
I'm the fuckin' dragon, pay your tribute to my chalices!
Quintessential bruises on your face belong like amethyst
Bloodied up my fists since I gave up being pacifist
Tearing up your larynx, firing up my pharynx
Ending your fuckin' bloodline is what I feed to clerics!
Ayo, who the fuck is this nigga?
Never mind the haters
Matter of fact, fuck 'em
Bitch, I'm from Texas, get the guns we don't tuck 'em (Pap, pap, pap)
All my opps is chickens, I might fuck around and pluck 'em (Grrrrah)
Corny ass phonies won't pop until you shuck 'em
They already duckin', I don't even need to touch 'em
Squabblin' lead to a concussion
We don't need to get to bussin'
But you buckin' and you fussin'
Heart colder than a Russian
So I do as I must
I might make yo girl blush
Forty make yo homie gush
Bro, you softer than a plush
Better hush
(Better hush)
Rip and tear your liver, call that shit my fuckin' fantasy
Teeth on your jugular, bitches tally my causalities
They tell me consider retributions for my fallacies
I say steady loses when the opp gives up moralities
Critical roll is the shit I do consume
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause Freddie the Krueger got nothing on these fuckin' tombs
Stole some fire from heathen gods, I earned my soul's survival
Bitches want smoke, Olympus got a rival
Libels, eyeballs praying for my downfall
That don't phase me, I'll bring my fuckin' rifles
Rip and tear till it's done!
I swear to the sun!
I'll end your whole bloodline, bloodline!
So like, yeah
If I had to go through that confrontation all over again
I would have said different things, y'know?
But here's the thing
I'm not an angry guy normally
So I can't say those things in the moment
But I'll be honest, man, I'll be honest
I won't let it slide next time
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Writer(s): Caleb Carr
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