HYSTERIA INC. lyrics

[Intro]
Salem
As far back I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster.​

[Verse 1: SALEMKUMA]
Woah, caught him lackin' at the back door
Little boy, you as fast as the grass grows
Make a scene, b*tch, you know I'm an as*h*le
Who you know that be hotter than tabasco?
Who you know that always causin' a fiasco
Don't tap blunts, lil' b*tch, I let the ash blow
I don't know the first thing 'bout cashflow
But I burn a motherf*cker like tobacco
Y'all worry 'bout relevance
But I don't look back, 'cause I know that I'm prevalent
Three shots in yo' skeleton
Three holes in his body, three hoes with the sentiment
b*tch, I'm poppin' on medicine
That medical, b*tch this sativa is heaven-sent
Why you act like a pеssimist?
b*tch I'm runnin' yo' pockets, don't flinch or get hesitant
If you run, thеn I'll fight, if you bark, then I'll bite
Don't get scared, don't take flight, better hang on, to your life tight
Ask me if I give a sh*t, no, I'm not c*cky or a f*ckin' di*k
I just don't want to talk to you, so mind your business or catch a hit
[Bridge: SALEMKUMA]
Little boy, you not respected
One bad move, you get your brain dissected
b*tch, I'm back when you least expect it
Best hold ya' sh*t, better get protected
My music got pus*y boys offended
Heart black, got smoke like resin
b*tch I'm flyin' and I'll reach my ascension
And I know that you feelin' my presence

[Interlude: SALEMKUMA]
Craig, finally!

[Verse 2: guap sensei]
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Yeah-yeah-yeah, ugh
[Verse 3: SALEMKUMA & guap sensei]
f*ck where my gun at?
I'm just reachin', gonna hit 'em with a one tap
I'ma pull up wit' the clip and then bust back
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Boy who you trynna come at?
Finna make him flop, like a motherf*ckin' sun hat
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Fight, I feel right, hit yo' mans with that pipe
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I don't breathe oxygen, only smoke gas, pop that Klonopin
Yo' b*tch bent on the ottoman, black 'races, what I'm rockin' in
Your mouth is what I'm stompin' in, poppin' in
Motherf*ckers ain't confident, no competence
My style too prominent, too dominant
Yung Salem, no stoppin' him, he optimist

[Outro: SALEMKUMA]
Yay, we f*ckin' did it
My f*ckin', my throat is-, is sh*t now
It's terrible, like, I can't breath
That was water, bye