Im layin down sum olda shit incase ya forgot...
Inhale exhaled shells in spells of death through lightnin.
When bullet breath is brightnin streaks reach whats in my sights lens.
Fuckin changin yo climate with slight bends.
Dont invite sins cause my fright sends cringes through to a knights skin.
I feel im right when your life ends an begins afterlife in christs inn.
Dont fight against an evil you cant comply with.
Mothafuckin lift you high with one eye lid blind sighted.
When ive decided your times done twinin to its final chimin.
Arms gon be subsidin from front side with undivided implyin that ya gon be dyin.
Hammer pulled behind an trigga pryin till insides is coincidin with clips flyin.
No mothafuckin denyin tryin my mastamindin styles you'll be lyin.
When im conspirin with shit thats gon be firin im pilin vitals smilin.
Fuck your violins I aint gon cry a drip when I see somthin vile spit.
An once the fires lit we aint gonna reconcile shit.
Im gonna pilot flyin shit with fuckin violent tips.
Cause I got filed pins inspired by connivin men.
You'll know im arrivin when you feel dividin skin from clips thats divin in.
Once ya mothafuckas slip its the crypt ya climbin in.
My line is fine an thin if you aint mindin then visit yo cryin kin as silent wind.
Inhale exhaled shells in spells of death through lightnin.
When bullet breath is brightnin streaks reach whats in my sights lens.
Fuckin changin yo climate with slight bends.
Dont invite sins cause my fright sends cringes through to a knights skin.
I feel im right when your life ends an begins afterlife in christs inn.
Dont fight against an evil you cant comply with.
Mothafuckin lift you high with one eye lid blind sighted.
When ive decided your times done twinin to its final chimin.
Arms gon be subsidin from front side with undivided implyin that ya gon be dyin.
Hammer pulled behind an trigga pryin till insides is coincidin with clips flyin.
No mothafuckin denyin tryin my mastamindin styles you'll be lyin.
When im conspirin with shit thats gon be firin im pilin vitals smilin.
Fuck your violins I aint gon cry a drip when I see somthin vile spit.
An once the fires lit we aint gonna reconcile shit.
Im gonna pilot flyin shit with fuckin violent tips.
Cause I got filed pins inspired by connivin men.
You'll know im arrivin when you feel dividin skin from clips thats divin in.
Once ya mothafuckas slip its the crypt ya climbin in.
My line is fine an thin if you aint mindin then visit yo cryin kin as silent wind.