Closed fist
Open can of whoop ass
Book bag raps
Straightforward where the rook at?
I been different
Since working where the crooks at
Look at the words
That I don't care what you took as
The old me is me is dead
Takin life retirement
And you can't grow what's dead
Taking biotin vitamins
The world's smallest violin
Couldn't sooth who I offend
If it was stronger than Vicodin
With wisdom of righteous men
Cause comrades turn confidants
When you a rap phenomenon
Going on and on
Like an Audubon
Me on a beat
It'll turn to Chernobyl
Imma diamond in the rough
You're hopeful your opal
We proceed violence
Be quiet, flee police sirens
Cause complete nonsense
Whenever beats knocking
Dishin uppercuts
You can see he's nodding
Piss a youngin off
Ya gone need triages
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Lately ain't much of an appetite
When mom wanna grab a bite
And so now I'm twice as hungry
Whenever I grab a mic
Ya verse ain't half as nice
Finally eatin, grab a slice
I'm cookin in the stu
Tryna grasp paradise
I gotta 9mm
From KRS 1
Gotta bad bitch who shake it
Like some Parkinson's
Rap like it's my last song
But I'm far from done
Thy art is murder
And thou art be done
Sweeney's back in his bag
I feel bad cause I've had
So much attention
From this haggling fag
I don't mean gay
But the bundle of sticks
Molded into one butt kissing
Son of a bitch
Evil as kenevol
Or the sequel to saw
I'm the reaper
Giving lethal people a call
They commit treason
But it's my season this fall
'Tis the reason for the bleeding
That you're seeing from y'all
I gotta boujee bitch
I wasn't new to this
Until my boys crossed me
Like a crucifix
I knew morale was low
I never thought you'd stoop to this
Went and f*cked around
To find out what ruthless is
Sweeney on the mic
I raise the roof like a hurricane
Next time you talk shit to me
Use a f*ckin vertabrae
I dont speak in tongues
But my lingo will disturb your brain
You can add this beat
To alabama's murder rate
Don't you go and talk
Bout words you sayin verbatim
If ain't to my mother f*ckin face
When you say em
Imma stay causing mayhem
Take instrumentals and slay an
And leave ya girl listenin
Sayin "hollup" and "daaayum"
I gave you a warning
You ain't understood it
Imma give you
Acupuncture with bullets
Real slick
Pull the hammer back like mullets
Grip a hold of the trigger
Sayin frick it and pull it
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Danny MFN - Voices Lyrics
Danny MFN - Voices Lyrics
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Closed fist
Open can of whoop ass
Book bag raps
Straightforward where the rook at?
I been different
Since working where the crooks at
Look at the words
That I don't care what you took as
The old me is me is dead
Takin life retirement
And you can't grow what's dead
Taking biotin vitamins
The world's smallest violin
Couldn't sooth who I offend
If it was stronger than Vicodin
With wisdom of righteous men
Cause comrades turn confidants
When you a rap phenomenon
Going on and on
Like an Audubon
Me on a beat
It'll turn to Chernobyl
Imma diamond in the rough
You're hopeful your opal
We proceed violence
Be quiet, flee police sirens
Cause complete nonsense
Whenever beats knocking
Dishin uppercuts
You can see he's nodding
Piss a youngin off
Ya gone need triages
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Lately ain't much of an appetite
When mom wanna grab a bite
And so now I'm twice as hungry
Whenever I grab a mic
Ya verse ain't half as nice
Finally eatin, grab a slice
I'm cookin in the stu
Tryna grasp paradise
I gotta 9mm
From KRS 1
Gotta bad bitch who shake it
Like some Parkinson's
Rap like it's my last song
But I'm far from done
Thy art is murder
And thou art be done
Sweeney's back in his bag
I feel bad cause I've had
So much attention
From this haggling fag
I don't mean gay
But the bundle of sticks
Molded into one butt kissing
Son of a bitch
Evil as kenevol
Or the sequel to saw
I'm the reaper
Giving lethal people a call
They commit treason
But it's my season this fall
'Tis the reason for the bleeding
That you're seeing from y'all
I gotta boujee bitch
I wasn't new to this
Until my boys crossed me
Like a crucifix
I knew morale was low
I never thought you'd stoop to this
Went and f*cked around
To find out what ruthless is
Sweeney on the mic
I raise the roof like a hurricane
Next time you talk shit to me
Use a f*ckin vertabrae
I dont speak in tongues
But my lingo will disturb your brain
You can add this beat
To alabama's murder rate
Don't you go and talk
Bout words you sayin verbatim
If ain't to my mother f*ckin face
When you say em
Imma stay causing mayhem
Take instrumentals and slay an
And leave ya girl listenin
Sayin "hollup" and "daaayum"
I gave you a warning
You ain't understood it
Imma give you
Acupuncture with bullets
Real slick
Pull the hammer back like mullets
Grip a hold of the trigger
Sayin frick it and pull it
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Open can of whoop ass
Book bag raps
Straightforward where the rook at?
I been different
Since working where the crooks at
Look at the words
That I don't care what you took as
The old me is me is dead
Takin life retirement
And you can't grow what's dead
Taking biotin vitamins
The world's smallest violin
Couldn't sooth who I offend
If it was stronger than Vicodin
With wisdom of righteous men
Cause comrades turn confidants
When you a rap phenomenon
Going on and on
Like an Audubon
Me on a beat
It'll turn to Chernobyl
Imma diamond in the rough
You're hopeful your opal
We proceed violence
Be quiet, flee police sirens
Cause complete nonsense
Whenever beats knocking
Dishin uppercuts
You can see he's nodding
Piss a youngin off
Ya gone need triages
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Lately ain't much of an appetite
When mom wanna grab a bite
And so now I'm twice as hungry
Whenever I grab a mic
Ya verse ain't half as nice
Finally eatin, grab a slice
I'm cookin in the stu
Tryna grasp paradise
I gotta 9mm
From KRS 1
Gotta bad bitch who shake it
Like some Parkinson's
Rap like it's my last song
But I'm far from done
Thy art is murder
And thou art be done
Sweeney's back in his bag
I feel bad cause I've had
So much attention
From this haggling fag
I don't mean gay
But the bundle of sticks
Molded into one butt kissing
Son of a bitch
Evil as kenevol
Or the sequel to saw
I'm the reaper
Giving lethal people a call
They commit treason
But it's my season this fall
'Tis the reason for the bleeding
That you're seeing from y'all
I gotta boujee bitch
I wasn't new to this
Until my boys crossed me
Like a crucifix
I knew morale was low
I never thought you'd stoop to this
Went and f*cked around
To find out what ruthless is
Sweeney on the mic
I raise the roof like a hurricane
Next time you talk shit to me
Use a f*ckin vertabrae
I dont speak in tongues
But my lingo will disturb your brain
You can add this beat
To alabama's murder rate
Don't you go and talk
Bout words you sayin verbatim
If ain't to my mother f*ckin face
When you say em
Imma stay causing mayhem
Take instrumentals and slay an
And leave ya girl listenin
Sayin "hollup" and "daaayum"
I gave you a warning
You ain't understood it
Imma give you
Acupuncture with bullets
Real slick
Pull the hammer back like mullets
Grip a hold of the trigger
Sayin frick it and pull it
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Feelin dead
Put me beneath a headstone
Cause I got voices in my head
Like headphones
Since I read what she said
On the cell phone
Writer: Daniel Nicholson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid