(Creatures of the Night)
(Shit, dawg, Ezzie did you make this?)
I put a lot into lookin' fierce and I do it swiftly
I could pierce a heart with the words I write and I'd do it quickly
I put a lot into my 808's and making them grizzly
Catch me in your crib
I'm just slick grinning and looking sickly
They tryna creep on my dark domain but they cannot get me
They tryna set me up as a target but cannot hit me
Grave chillin, I stay villain I'm dead already
Strictly rippin' I'm filth ridden I'll drop you heavy
Kill the cis for the sacrificial offering to Lucy
I'm six six six for the hex to take effect the way you see
I can put shit together, please it is very simple
You think the shit you hear in my music is just coincidental
I get you feelin this shit, I'm on another level
I put the beat on the grid, abuse it like it's a rental
You screamin' for your life like a bitch but I cannot hear you
I can always fear for my life but I cannot fear you
(Offer your pitiful life to me without resistance
Do this and there will be no pain
If you refuse, I swear here and now
You will die painfully and in despair
For your imprudence)
(NGS)
I've smoked a lotta blunts but it's easier smokin' rappers
I wrap em' in garbage bags and then dump em' into the rivers
I'm eatin' a bit of liver and chewing on bitches fingers
I linger inside the parlor beginning to stitch together
A sweater made out of leather
Or maybe made out of Heather
She dried up in sunny weather til' Heather became a sweater
Much better than bound inside of my basement inside a fetters
I'm going out for a walk and I'm taking my sweater Heather
Aha
Y'all can't f*ck with this, I know breathing a struggle bitch
You gotta pick and make it quick
Choke you with my hands or dick
Don't call me sick when it's you doing the gaggin
I'm draggin' a bloody body to meat hooks set up for hangin
Poke you through your shoulder blades
Collar bones was in the way
Blood just sprays on my motherf*cking face, you're danglin
Toes touch, add a bucket of crimson
How to dress you and kill you right now
My biggest decision
Damn
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(Creatures of the Night)
(Shit, dawg, Ezzie did you make this?)
I put a lot into lookin' fierce and I do it swiftly
I could pierce a heart with the words I write and I'd do it quickly
I put a lot into my 808's and making them grizzly
Catch me in your crib
I'm just slick grinning and looking sickly
They tryna creep on my dark domain but they cannot get me
They tryna set me up as a target but cannot hit me
Grave chillin, I stay villain I'm dead already
Strictly rippin' I'm filth ridden I'll drop you heavy
Kill the cis for the sacrificial offering to Lucy
I'm six six six for the hex to take effect the way you see
I can put shit together, please it is very simple
You think the shit you hear in my music is just coincidental
I get you feelin this shit, I'm on another level
I put the beat on the grid, abuse it like it's a rental
You screamin' for your life like a bitch but I cannot hear you
I can always fear for my life but I cannot fear you
(Offer your pitiful life to me without resistance
Do this and there will be no pain
If you refuse, I swear here and now
You will die painfully and in despair
For your imprudence)
(NGS)
I've smoked a lotta blunts but it's easier smokin' rappers
I wrap em' in garbage bags and then dump em' into the rivers
I'm eatin' a bit of liver and chewing on bitches fingers
I linger inside the parlor beginning to stitch together
A sweater made out of leather
Or maybe made out of Heather
She dried up in sunny weather til' Heather became a sweater
Much better than bound inside of my basement inside a fetters
I'm going out for a walk and I'm taking my sweater Heather
Aha
Y'all can't f*ck with this, I know breathing a struggle bitch
You gotta pick and make it quick
Choke you with my hands or dick
Don't call me sick when it's you doing the gaggin
I'm draggin' a bloody body to meat hooks set up for hangin
Poke you through your shoulder blades
Collar bones was in the way
Blood just sprays on my motherf*cking face, you're danglin
Toes touch, add a bucket of crimson
How to dress you and kill you right now
My biggest decision
Damn
(Shit, dawg, Ezzie did you make this?)
I put a lot into lookin' fierce and I do it swiftly
I could pierce a heart with the words I write and I'd do it quickly
I put a lot into my 808's and making them grizzly
Catch me in your crib
I'm just slick grinning and looking sickly
They tryna creep on my dark domain but they cannot get me
They tryna set me up as a target but cannot hit me
Grave chillin, I stay villain I'm dead already
Strictly rippin' I'm filth ridden I'll drop you heavy
Kill the cis for the sacrificial offering to Lucy
I'm six six six for the hex to take effect the way you see
I can put shit together, please it is very simple
You think the shit you hear in my music is just coincidental
I get you feelin this shit, I'm on another level
I put the beat on the grid, abuse it like it's a rental
You screamin' for your life like a bitch but I cannot hear you
I can always fear for my life but I cannot fear you
(Offer your pitiful life to me without resistance
Do this and there will be no pain
If you refuse, I swear here and now
You will die painfully and in despair
For your imprudence)
(NGS)
I've smoked a lotta blunts but it's easier smokin' rappers
I wrap em' in garbage bags and then dump em' into the rivers
I'm eatin' a bit of liver and chewing on bitches fingers
I linger inside the parlor beginning to stitch together
A sweater made out of leather
Or maybe made out of Heather
She dried up in sunny weather til' Heather became a sweater
Much better than bound inside of my basement inside a fetters
I'm going out for a walk and I'm taking my sweater Heather
Aha
Y'all can't f*ck with this, I know breathing a struggle bitch
You gotta pick and make it quick
Choke you with my hands or dick
Don't call me sick when it's you doing the gaggin
I'm draggin' a bloody body to meat hooks set up for hangin
Poke you through your shoulder blades
Collar bones was in the way
Blood just sprays on my motherf*cking face, you're danglin
Toes touch, add a bucket of crimson
How to dress you and kill you right now
My biggest decision
Damn
Writer: Ezra King
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