[Intro]
Y'all really bigged up that little shit he did on Hector?
Alright
(Mickey)
[Verse]
I really can't believe that they doubtin' the speech
The real captain lappin' you, why would a falcon compete? (Why?)
Kratos on Olympus, nigga, climb up the mountain to see (Come on)
I'm in his account for the week
Hands in his pockets like el-Hajj Malik before he sadly was shot in the cheek
Nigga, I'm from the X like Malcolm, but peep
I never said you couldn't rap
These bullet points push 'em back, turn Verb to an album release
Found in a creek, drownin' and sleep
Cops find his body and teeth separated like the '60s when they had fountains to drink
Whites only
They needed a fine-tooth comb to find homie (Damn)
I brush it off like it's lice on me, I'm quite holy
Your life phony as a white pony with the horn in front, Chuck Norris punch
Fuck his organs up, intestines, large, small, all of 'em
Liver, spleen, pancreas (Woo), deliver these sages with (Woo)
Bitter leaves burned at a million degrees Celsius (Ah)
Who said he was cold? (Who?), nigga, please
I'm more like Mister Freeze in Anchorage
Listen, we basin' this
On the blood he sees on his little sleeve handkerchief (Yeah)
I'm all in his fake face, ignorin' his safe space (Uh-huh)
I saw all the brave hate in all of his gay traits (Okay)
Shout to Tru Foe, I gave his skull a display case (What up?)
"Save You" was dope, but ain't no scorin' in game eight
I'm pourin' this spray paint all up in Aye face
I'm ten and you're 0, thats a foreign exchange rate (Yeah)
We two different guys and you in a bind
You lookin' in a true villain's eyes, a few million lives on the line
Thanos and Doctor Doom just combined
Headshot, dude will survive with Bruce Willis mind
Roberta Flack music is by his bedside,the doctor's room is a vibe
You'll get supplied with tubes in your side
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The moon drifting by
Feed you chicken, two legs and thighs (Yeah)
I need to see the finger waves, gold caps
Bring the pain, are you gon' need a grave 'cause your soul trapped? (Woo)
What you contemplating for? I'm three tracks in
Contra made a mode to target haters shown for constipatin' flows
Took fifty days to drop if I ain't start to make it known
It woulda been more numbers than a confirmation code (Yeah)
You Gemini bitch, the shit this guy spit is really not sick
Plague days equal to seven, not six, they think it's Mike Vick (What?)
What you say you bring me nonsense, you bringin' John Wick?
Candlelight vigil, nigga, now look, they bringin' John wicks (Damn)
I see the time tick
And thumb down with the stone on the finger I pick
You talk about women, but think about dick (Ew)
A king around myths who readin' out glyphs
I speak it out and really see the light shift, hah (Come on)
A fadin' favorite, your favorite faded (Yeah, yeah)
This Jason Statham versus Jayson Tatum (Yeah, yeah)
Base the way I say it on created phrases (Yeah)
Don't matter which craft I use like I stay in Salem
Breakin' stages, Tokon just like the haze you blazin'
Smoke on until the day is wasted
Grand Theft Auto death screen
This ain't The Matrix, I see you chasin' agents
Beggin' for the bank payments, that's how you makin' statements (Damn)
Who you with? I'ma leave a pissed widow (Ah)
Turn her into Beatrix kiddo (Why?)
But the difference is I'll leave the chick pillow with shards of glass
When the cartridge blast when it reach the bitch window
She needed this immediate intro to the devious mischievous info (Woo)
Turned him to a ghost, shout to Drake and Patrick Swayze
If you reading this, ditto
I'm leaving his kinfolk with grievances, you know (Factz)
[Outro]
That's what they wanted you to do when you came back, nigga
Not some "Go, go," motherf— just go, nigga