Horror Stories

God a hate a hatin nigga Tryna dirty up my name
You gonna say a lot of things but ain't ever share the blame
They gonna see your full of lies heres a razor for your veins
Ima burn it all down I got smoke for 60 days
Take your shots
Im diging plots
Going gold for all you dirty little thots
Advice for exs
Don't throw your stones
Cause I turn rubble into building blocks
Someone get me out my ego
Stop pretending like were equal
I made a home for all the evil
My Horror stories dropped a sequel
I use my pen to inject the people
That's a needle for your cerebral
A high that's way too fucking lethal
I filled my tank with too much diesel
My latest bitch is barely legal
She burn my cash but at least its peaceful
Turned my home into a Cathedral
I praise my demons from a steeple
She's got my name all on her body
I know I got it no one can stop me
I fuck with passion still like it slopy
She's my drug I call her Molly
Face full of tears that's melancholy
Pussy devine I'm feeling godly
Backshots rapid that's a volly
Shes my bitch a  border collie
But theses niggas wanna talk they shit
All drugged out can't get a grip
Out for blood but can't get a sip
Jesus Christ I'm hit for hit
God a hate a hatin nigga Tryna dirty up my name
You gonna say a lot of things but ain't ever share the blame
They gonna see your full of lies here's a razor for your veins
Ima burn it all down I got smoke for 60 days
Take your shots
These niggas nothing
I call your bluffs and your assumptions
Beat your head till you got concussions
Shut your mouth I hate interruptions
Fuck it ill kill em
There putting me back in a rhythm
Thought I was trapped in a prism
Got bodybags stacked in the prison
Times up the dead have finally risen
But what dose that mean for those
Who thought I was dead?
Killing me off by taking my head?
Should of severed my tongue if you wanted more credit
You're restless at night better not look under your bed
You don't want your kids
Your wanted your freedom
And hated the fact a single father was able to feed em
Playing the victim but ain't got a reason
Bi-polar you change with the seasons
A treacherous bitch you only know treason
I'm done with the games your created a heathen
I'm so violently cold I'm freezing
Left me for dead still bleeding
But now that I'm back
Not sure how to formulate my next plan of attack
it'd be hard to keep your credibility
If I painted it black