Album Cover Death by Dishonor (Feat. Erick Arc Elliott, Shakewell & Ghostemane)

Death by Dishonor (Feat. Erick Arc Elliott, Shakewell & Ghostemane)

Pouya

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I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul

We take a eighth of psilocybe let it all go

Stuck in the middle of the earth

It ethereal

I'm bout to take a little trip and never come home

She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow

I'd rather lick it off and swallow every drop, oh

Everybody thinking I'm the devil but I'm really woke

By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to brain control but I know that

She tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue

Make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun

I'm sick of putting it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done

I know I never be the one to say the devil won

'Cept for one mage if I'm gonna be a Teller

I'm really feelin' like i'm tryna dip and reincarnate

I look up in the sky, and I think

When I'm done I really wanna take a dive in the lake and

Say goodbye to everything

Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you

Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you

Leave 'em bloody red

Really ain't an issue

Think his auntie sad

Get that bitch a tissue

Heard his army mad

I could give a fuck

All my cumpas pulling up in armored trucks

You be talking Migos, but ain't one of us

Hit a fifty cell, really I'm the plug

Just another day in the 6-1-4

Now they in Columbus talking Mexico

Chopping up the kilo then we slitting throats

Trap be in the kitchen cooking up a GOAT

No that ain't no slang for a fucking pack

Even if it was boy you couldn't cap

Even if you did it'd hit you with the tax

Shout out all my homie, made a mill off wax

Yuh, yuh, aye

Death By Dishonor

You cross the wrong one

Your wig get pushed back

Underground Underdog

Need ten flat to be in the same room

Pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth

Fuck whatcha heard

Baby I been around

Po-po 'round

We need a moment of silence

Running from the piece to get away from the sirens

Ain't a damn thing changed

'Cause we love the violence

Baby Bone, I'm an animal

Made a hundred thousand racks off the seminal

Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal

Got a bitch right off of the banana boat

Shakewell, make bail, set sail

Send a rapper to hell

Broke ass rappers

Man, they want me to fail

I made all the right moves

I'm never taking an L

Yeah, yeah

Usually I would just make the decision to kill 'em

Rest is for the willin' when you on the ceiling

Will he ever give a dividend again?

I'm moving diligent

This independent, mane

A minimum of dank

I'm on a bigger rank

I thank the lord for every saint

I can't describe a cannibal

I eat a rapper chapter one

I get up on you, read you like a palm

Shit is sticky since I got a system

I'm a killer, make a million off of this

That's how deep the pending coffin is

So all my villains break a law to this

Pray your lord forgives

I kill with confidence

I count the karma for my sons in orphanage

I'm bringing all them in 'til we all begin

There's no bargaining so quit arguing