I just might shoot at my fans
Pussy boy pull up yo pants
I'm lit with the devil we dance
He used take me out to France
Drawin out a pentagram
I'm sacrificin all the ham, Killin goats
In a trance, The keys to the crypt's in my hands
Shadow scythe to you neck
Okami no kill call me death
I'm laying low, I confess
But keep on talking pussy boy you'll be next
I don't really want bitch
I don't really spray no clip
My wrist ain't even got no slits
But keep it up, You'll have a blade to lips
Guard dog of the pit, That all I is
Gone & call me a bitch, I put my seed upon a witch
She like my abuse, She beg for the whip
I don't really need no homies
Don't give a f*ck if I'm lonely
I don't need a bitch to blow me
All of you rappers are so weak
Got a samurai sword on my back
Always in my studio just making tracks
Metal in my headphones
If you wanna stay alive you better head home
Smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
Yeah I'm smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
I'ma stab her twice
Cut my hand with the knife
F*ck the devil's wife
That bitch has a collar with spikes
M be f*cking these dikes
I be killing these mics
Understand what I'll do for a fight
It's the a Apocalypse
During the dark eclipse
I can feel her cold lips
Flip the crucifix
Take out the sword
Slit the wrist of landlord
Choke him with a cable chord
Put him under the floorboard
Leave you dead for the horde
After I take hit and get the reward
I'm the rapper you can't afford
M.I.K.3 - Apocalypse (feat. Okaminokami & Envxsxon) Lyrics
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I just might shoot at my fans
Pussy boy pull up yo pants
I'm lit with the devil we dance
He used take me out to France
Drawin out a pentagram
I'm sacrificin all the ham, Killin goats
In a trance, The keys to the crypt's in my hands
Shadow scythe to you neck
Okami no kill call me death
I'm laying low, I confess
But keep on talking pussy boy you'll be next
I don't really want bitch
I don't really spray no clip
My wrist ain't even got no slits
But keep it up, You'll have a blade to lips
Guard dog of the pit, That all I is
Gone & call me a bitch, I put my seed upon a witch
She like my abuse, She beg for the whip
I don't really need no homies
Don't give a f*ck if I'm lonely
I don't need a bitch to blow me
All of you rappers are so weak
Got a samurai sword on my back
Always in my studio just making tracks
Metal in my headphones
If you wanna stay alive you better head home
Smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
Yeah I'm smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
I'ma stab her twice
Cut my hand with the knife
F*ck the devil's wife
That bitch has a collar with spikes
M be f*cking these dikes
I be killing these mics
Understand what I'll do for a fight
It's the a Apocalypse
During the dark eclipse
I can feel her cold lips
Flip the crucifix
Take out the sword
Slit the wrist of landlord
Choke him with a cable chord
Put him under the floorboard
Leave you dead for the horde
After I take hit and get the reward
I'm the rapper you can't afford
Pussy boy pull up yo pants
I'm lit with the devil we dance
He used take me out to France
Drawin out a pentagram
I'm sacrificin all the ham, Killin goats
In a trance, The keys to the crypt's in my hands
Shadow scythe to you neck
Okami no kill call me death
I'm laying low, I confess
But keep on talking pussy boy you'll be next
I don't really want bitch
I don't really spray no clip
My wrist ain't even got no slits
But keep it up, You'll have a blade to lips
Guard dog of the pit, That all I is
Gone & call me a bitch, I put my seed upon a witch
She like my abuse, She beg for the whip
I don't really need no homies
Don't give a f*ck if I'm lonely
I don't need a bitch to blow me
All of you rappers are so weak
Got a samurai sword on my back
Always in my studio just making tracks
Metal in my headphones
If you wanna stay alive you better head home
Smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
Yeah I'm smoking on my dope
Got a blunt in my hand
I don't care about bands
Got a knife in my back
I'ma stab her twice
Cut my hand with the knife
F*ck the devil's wife
That bitch has a collar with spikes
M be f*cking these dikes
I be killing these mics
Understand what I'll do for a fight
It's the a Apocalypse
During the dark eclipse
I can feel her cold lips
Flip the crucifix
Take out the sword
Slit the wrist of landlord
Choke him with a cable chord
Put him under the floorboard
Leave you dead for the horde
After I take hit and get the reward
I'm the rapper you can't afford
Writer: David Urban
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