[Verse 1]
Fog crawls in my room and then I rise and I left
And you said who your favorite rapper is, I can't mess with that
Just picture me rolling I'm flipping up pigeons alonzo in training day, trench coat
Like blade
Please tell me what's wrong with these lames
b*tch do not send me your song I am sleep
Yes I feel hate everywhere you feel love
Hair long as the list of the artists I hate
You love everything I'm the mud and the rain
I'm the sky when it cry just to f*ck up your day, b*tch
[Hook]
Snowfall on my body, I'm stacking bodies, kenpachi
Boy I swear I am so sorry but killing became my hobby
Young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade
b*tch I'm walking round like winter I'm freezing up everything, clutch
Snowfall on my body, I'm stacking bodies, kenpachi
Boy I swear I am so sorry but killing became my hobby
Young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade
b*tch I'm walking round like winter I'm freezing up everything, clutch
[Bridge]
Music you listen to that's just hilarity
Step a little close, b*tch I give you some clarity
Soul full of skulls and my eyes full of hate
Nail my ears closed I ignore what you say, b*tch
[Hook]
Snowfall on my body, frozen pond I'm fena die
I'm in a haunted house now come meet the young shadow god
b*tch I got 3000 iPhones drowning in the swamps
b*tch you probably gone hear me shreaking whenever you wanna call me
[Final Bridge]
Look what you did, look what you did
Bones shatter in my skin
I just looked all over, I got blood falling on my wrist
I got blood falling on my wrist
Hair ties around my wrist got me feeling like a b*tch
[Final Beamon]
Every day waiting for winter, b*tch soon as you get out my dreams
Ima kill you
Put my feet on the ground breaking cement up
You rappers can't see me, b*tch that is forever
Rest on the mountain daydream in the river
I lay in the tree make the breeze give you chivers
I feel like mufasa, I died, yall my children
I shred up your face when you speak you'll be spilling
b*tch I don't spend money f*ck what you own
I'm looking like weezy, hot boys in nine six
Hear all they songs but they ain't about sh*t
I'm snatching up souls spit them out in my tea, b*tch
How you feel?