Duffle Bag

Twenty-k in a duffle bag on my side, homicide
You won't see it anymore because you died, I glide, I slide
Push that bullshit to the fucking side, don't you misguide my pride
All i see is red between these lines, as the Vermillion shines
I bled, I puked, I spat for this rap shit
Because of this I had to admit
Time shifted time to quit
The rap game and just start killing shit

I'm full time killa now, with a side of shadows
Creeping up around the house, without a doubt
I'm well endowed, with these instincts, holier-than-thou
Talk of the town, still underground, proving ground, the sound
Of the dead, dead, the snow painted red
I sled, which led, to a body layed and spread
Behead, instead, the car chrome red
There's lead, my bed, just gotta take my meds

To suppress the full potential of the mystical ways
You not ready to see it all until the end of your days
Run it up, get a sample, wipe your blood on this buckle
As I let out a filthy chuckle, crack my knuckles
I never ask questions i be finding the answers
Don't you ever question I don't got any manners
I didn't say sorry when I left ya with bone fractures
When it comes to solitude, I am the fucking master

Twenty-k in a duffle bag on my side, homicide
You won't see it anymore because you died, I glide, I slide
Push that bullshit to the fucking side, don't you misguide my pride
All i see is red between these lines, as the Vermillion shines
I bled, I puked, I spat for this rap shit
Because of this i had to admit
Time shifted time to quit
The rap game and just start killing shit