[Intro]
(she a hoe, she a thot)
(static)
(Vampire)
(static)
(I’d never call you the whole hoe t-)
(static)
(Ind oh, i won-)
(static)
[Chorus]
I be feelin’ like
A villian, right?
On this mic, everyday it’s a killin’ night
Fear i might turn into a parasite in my sights
On site, construction fight
I think i can barely function right
In my eyes is blood
Layin’ on the ground in the mud
(Every bomb is a dud
Live life, drink sludge)
Media is all crud
[Verse 1]
I’m going insane i think the pain in my brain has overtaken the stage of my mental
And that fake can front and take a pencil
But be gentle, i’m only so influential but fluent to make somеthin’ this simple
And first my reaction is to grab a gun so i can’t be involvеd
And (*Gunshots*) it’s done, problem solved
But like maybe for this vessel i can overtake but ‘stead i overthink
(I am not a tank)
Give another thanks to the people you pull from the bank
I’m shakin’ for my sake
Breakin’ sanity in this vanity will maybe turn me sane
I have no clue what’s the same
Because everyone’s tellin’ me i changed
And i can’t beg for change, ‘cause it’s only me after i turn red in my range
Hoes lie and that ain’t a promise i won’t die from
Blessin’ you with comfort and compliments
Confessin’, Gettin’ dumber every day, hard to miss
My heart is dark like the abyss
Kiss the fist until you don’t exist
I used to put you on my wishlist for christmas
But now you gettin’ dissed bitch
This bitch used to be my life
Thinkin’ about her being my wife
And now i don’t want you in my business or in my sights
I take the DIM out of the light, make it a fright
MidKnyte is another example when you don’t sit right
I’m like your stomach bubblin’ ‘cause i’m in your guts again
Like her, wait oh, that was the another night
That’s why i
[Chorus]
Be feelin’ like
A villian, right?
On this mic, everyday it’s a killin’ night
Fear i might turn into a parasite in my sights
On site, construction fight
I think i can barely function right
In my eyes is blood
Layin’ on the ground in the mud
(Every bomb is a dud
Live life, drink sludge)
Media is all crud
[Verse 2]
Yea i know i be rappin’ about my money and cash
Cappin’, it’s trash
I mean i get so nervous just tryna check my bank account to see if i’m worth it
Or if it makin’ a mark with a purpose and if i don’t then i can either sit in the dark or start
Learnin’
I’m hurtin’ every day i feel like i’m a fuckin’ burden
Can’t do what i want, i’m cursed in
Feels like they said “yo this guys good!” then closed the curtains
I promise i’m searchin’
I mean it took a lot of power to empower myself, unlikely coward
To write, produce and drop this song
Like BOCKSCAR when it dropped the first bomb
Anyway i can’t tell if it’s fighters talk or writers block
All i know is i lose motivation in myself and then i start to drift into songs
About my health
Or maybe my conscience is the problem
I’ll grab that fucker ‘till he’s chokin’
And grab and figure out my motives as i focus
Slash all of his wrists until he’s cut open
What now? wanna fuck up my life?
You’ll sit there and wallow in sorrows until you die
I be feelin’ like
A villain right?
(gunshot)
I wake up and sit and i ask myself why
Why do i even try for somethin’ so high
I achieve, i go to breathe, but i remind myself
That don’t mean i’m alive, my health
As i thrive in my mind that races 360 N’s at a time
Fine, if you can’t remember
I’m the type that makes you whimper
I’m the ax that hits the tree and made you yell “Timber!”
I’m at double ends so i’m the double N’s in november
No dinner to eat and feast off of me because i got no meat
Ya girl put the double D’s in december
Iced bubble tea on me
She destroyin’ me, i’m annoyin’? Please
Off of the land bitch, talk to the hand snitch
Don’t get toppy but i get the sloppy after a Manwhich
You’s a fan bitch?
Who’s candace
Loose cannons, lose companions, your hand is off by a mantis i mean man this
Shit can’t be happenin’, saw my homie jump after tappin’ in, better stop me from rappin’ again
Grab the paddin’ pushups got them added
I got the best quality, ‘cause gotta have it, i like to wreak havoc that’s a peak addict at its habit, i mean, i’ma manic rabbit rappin’ while not bein’ famish i can vanish from this world like a squirrel from a dog, i can go meet God, say hi, no more goodbyes, but ehh i don’t wanna die, ehhh maybe that’s a lie
Ehhhh, baby can you kiss me goodnight, tell me it's gonna be alright?
Alright, that’s why i
[Chorus]
Be feelin’ like
A villian, right?
On this mic, everyday it’s a killin’ night
Fear i might turn into a parasite in my sights
On site, construction fight
I think i can barely function right
In my eyes is blood
Layin’ on the ground in the mud
(Every bomb is a dud
Live life, drink sludge)
Media is all crud
(I be- i be- i be-)
(f-f-f-f)
Feelin’ like
A villian, right?
On this mic, everyday it’s a killin’ night
Fear i might turn into a parasite in my sights
On site, construction fight
I think i can barely function right
In my eyes is blood
Layin’ on the ground in the mud
(Every bomb is a dud
Live life, drink sludge)
Media is all crud
(all crud)
