X4
When i die b*tch you know I'm goin to hell
Took the words of a masochist with my mistress I'll massacre b*tches on the front the front lines of my lyrical trenches motherf*ckers be tripping on my empirical measurements
Measure em killin em b*tch you can't make no f*ckin deal wit em
Deal with em kill with em, then turn on them, spill they blood and then reveal to em, that ya not to be f*cked with, ya dig damn right b*tch
Now you know I'm not to be f*cked with, try ya luck with it
Get f*cked over, f*ckin poser
The latency of violence makes the greatest impressions
Just like I'm showing up on Sunday with some brand new confessions
A f*ckin session
With the holy father up above
He kills every human being yet he's brimming with love
Man that's sus