Our skills don't match like two pills on sills
I send chills down your spine when I rhyme
You deliver ailments to cochleas - ain't that a crime
Do I feel ya? Nah, time to dodge bombs - varying assault weapons
This is the killer inn. Fatal run-in, game's over - get the hint
Do you think I'll stop slaughterin? Nah
Afterlife, I'll see you then - botch this not
Words guided like bows and ICBM's - measured in metric tons
Ain't slow to spit though, just prefer flows mimicking golden oceans
I'm explosive, God given, a divine saint
Heaven sent - call it what you think
But regardless know greatness when you see it
This mumblin ape shit, ain't shit
A fad, far fetched, stretched out - past its sell by date
These dates been ripened, old fruit
How you bitches feel now you done been raped
Freshly Made Ghosts - Fire/Brimstone Lyrics
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Our skills don't match like two pills on sills
I send chills down your spine when I rhyme
You deliver ailments to cochleas - ain't that a crime
Do I feel ya? Nah, time to dodge bombs - varying assault weapons
This is the killer inn. Fatal run-in, game's over - get the hint
Do you think I'll stop slaughterin? Nah
Afterlife, I'll see you then - botch this not
Words guided like bows and ICBM's - measured in metric tons
Ain't slow to spit though, just prefer flows mimicking golden oceans
I'm explosive, God given, a divine saint
Heaven sent - call it what you think
But regardless know greatness when you see it
This mumblin ape shit, ain't shit
A fad, far fetched, stretched out - past its sell by date
These dates been ripened, old fruit
How you bitches feel now you done been raped
I send chills down your spine when I rhyme
You deliver ailments to cochleas - ain't that a crime
Do I feel ya? Nah, time to dodge bombs - varying assault weapons
This is the killer inn. Fatal run-in, game's over - get the hint
Do you think I'll stop slaughterin? Nah
Afterlife, I'll see you then - botch this not
Words guided like bows and ICBM's - measured in metric tons
Ain't slow to spit though, just prefer flows mimicking golden oceans
I'm explosive, God given, a divine saint
Heaven sent - call it what you think
But regardless know greatness when you see it
This mumblin ape shit, ain't shit
A fad, far fetched, stretched out - past its sell by date
These dates been ripened, old fruit
How you bitches feel now you done been raped
Writer: Daniel Bate
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid