L3 - RENAISSANCE Lyrics

Call me Michelangelo, the way I'm painting in red
Just got the news that the devil has awakened again
Bodies around my apartment Complex don't know where they went or how they
Got here But all I know is that they can't stop me

I'm relapsing, can't calm down until I attack him
Blade inside his chest and all I do is start laughing
Relaxing, I see a girl with a fat ass skin I'm bagging the body's blood
Dripping from the body that's hanging From the ceiling of my murder mansion

I'm crazy, Ted Bundy, so you better get to running
3am, shit's about to get real bloody I'm like Freddy giving nightmares to Maddie
I can't believe I'm hallucinating again Voices screaming my name
Couple of weeks ago I slaughtered my friends lured them back into my van

Cut them open, I love the sight of their blood on my hand
So much pain I can cause, can't help me, I'm lost
All these drugs that I'm on are taking control I'm always alone, trying to find a way to
Kill you tonight Sad to tell you, but there is no way out

Call me Dracula, cause I'm the one to drink out your blood
Sad to say, but there is no point to fight Scream one more time, I'll rip out your tongue
Baby, I'm the type of guy to rip out your lung
Cut your artery, it's probably hard to believe That a part of me wants to see you bitches
Bleed And I won't stop hacking with the axe until
I see you fall on your knees.

Like they say, Amen
But the only thing they praying about is for me to not kill them blood spraying
I'm like Rambo how I'm moving Ammo hollow, point be shooting

With 5 pounds of pressure, I'mma van gogh him he clueless I'm a beat and bash and bruise him as I see
The blood is pooling I'm a be like, bitch you better never speak
On how I'm doing Bitch, I'm always f*cking bruising and you
Just steady losing I'm a be like, bitch you need to

Keep your name out my mouth, hoe, less you wanna die slow
Relapse, snort another line, straight from El Chapo
Cocaine Sineloa burner phone the Motorola
I'm a brutalize these bitches like the name is La Llorona

See my silhouette, the closer it gets, it means your time is over
Keep the gun up in the holster, rather beat them like balboa
Devil, angel on my shoulder, but it's f*ck them both
I'd rather have no morals when I'm slashing, leaving bodies f*cking colder goddamn,

I'm a rip them all apart, when the bodies start to pile up
Like Renaissance art, and I'm coming for the heart
I'm a rip out their arteries, pussy move quick
Cause you won't make it cautiously

I'm a pop another Adderall then focus on the mutilation
Chop them with Machete, bitch, I'm moving like I'm Jason
As I see his soul fading, I'm a pop another k pin
And then I blackout, by the morning, think it's just hallucination

Where'd the body go? Did I actually kill a motherf*cker or
Was it all the drugs? I was sniffing, smoking, chugging
Went and searched through my garage and I found a bitch covered
In some plastic wrapped in tarp, with his limbs tied to his stomach

He was hog-tied, frog-eyed, bulging out his skull
I cut the head off like I'm ISIS, then I pack a bowl right
Is what I told the police, when they asking me if - died
Went to handcuff me, but instead they kissed the .45

Bitch gasping, what happened?
Paint him red like Raphael and Ceaser why I stabbed him uh.