[Sin7ven - Verse 1] Fuck you in the face bitch, taste this I’m fly like seduction on a spaceship Mass affection, adolescent bragging babbling Dabbling with this rapping business, smacking spitters tacky swagger man he flexing
Parselspeaking, darling teasing charming demon Carving pentagrams in every vag I mark with semen Fucking hard as being cis on tumblr I piss on dumb girls, the diss list, this big spreads arms
Everyone inform Dead his head’s large Forehead got stretch marks, vortex of flex bars Stored in his shed with the warheads and XLR forming a web Recording his next text arc
Eurgh, fuck it, I spat like a bucket Put my fucking hand up your ass like a muppet Coveting the ass can’t stop it Into vampire fangs damn pu pucker up pucker up and suck it
[Mawthra - Verse 2] Fuck it, pass me that satellite milk and my appetite filled imma satisfied shill candlelight spilt as the sacrifice killed aint an acolyte built to battle my ilk
im a monsta but my rappin devine just passin the time smack slags back in time imma a hybrid thing both dragon and fly i spread my wings and blacken the sky
I cant remeber the last time my liver has passed wine but liqour was last night considered my past crimes just figured id blast rhymes until these mutherfuckers figure out that its cash time
ooooh bitch i know you wanna go home ooh no we aint fuckin leavin till our flow gold ohh ho we gone fuckin see what your dome hold put you ass breath brass necks in a choke hold
[Sin7ven - Verse 3] Blabbermouth rapping loud, stagger bladder packed Slapping cows, scallywag, bragging, blacking out Napping in a cadillac in traffic, fatty macking Baggy pants sagging baddy back in action now
My brain’s fucking haywire And I feel like I’m Lain ‘cause I stay wired Gimme that money and I’ll make it rain fire On a lame liar, maintain flames in the tummy
Turn your bitch made verses into spit takes Fishface spitters getting cursors on their clickbait As a kid scratching his rhymes in the sand Trying to master his basilisk pineal gland
Oh no morose flows froze his foes toes Ghost wrote for coco, most folks don’t know though Smoke the globe in four tokes, toast the ozone Roving ronin poke holes in hoes’ kimonos
[Mawthra - Verse 4] and what you dont know it wont hurt ya but what will is knowin our sole purpose blowin the whole purch' aint goin to no church aint goin to soul search we closin the whole curtain
ho better back up out my face bitch the snakes that i came with the same that'll break kids the snake that i taste with the same that i flame with the same that'll claim that your lame figures aint shit
ha im done with this ruckus runnin this coven's fuckin been fun but fuckin miss muffet up in this cubbard's somethin my stomach's done begun lovin
god damn man the sound is automatic when every single faggot round the town that wants to rap is cashed in aint nobody down to drop the past when every single sound up out my mouth is problematic