Jack Mushroom - Morgue lyrics

[Verse 1]: Kicking natural factuals, when I'm rapping to you A couple of rappers come up missing, like what happened to you Trizz had to do you, and do all the actions you do, call it lyrical voodoo, I'm sad to say we had to lose you I cause chaos, they it's not gonna pay off, and I should get a job, live average, and get laid off f** that, I've got plans, I'm a dreamer Fantasies of being with an actress, have you seen her? Probably not, because I'm yet to imagine, I also got a girl, she would've probably never happened Addicted to the rappin', like back then crack addicts Tying off in attics, with a bunch of rapping hasbeens Have you ever seen a rapper slit his wrists? No, me either, but I'm looking forward to the experience Don't trip, I know exactly where my veins are, barely leave a faint scar, laced arm, it ain't hard n***as panic, getting frantic, when I'm at it thrashing Get lit and split over sh**, like the blunt we pa**ing My mind's gone, and to be honest, yo, I lost it Getting all nauseous and sh**, feeling car sick I got words that'll twist you like a pretzel Dislex you, wreck you, f** you up, I bet you And if I die, bet my life, my soul will get you Sing a la-la bye, so you rest, before he lets you Hit your knees, pray to me, like I'm father No diss to my God, Masha'Allah before I bye bye You n***as funny style, so I hit you with the Ha-Ha n***a who you fooling, n***a sweet, like the na-na I serve n***as like a waitress, you ain't sh** Doctor on the floor, I'm a surgeon, losing patience n***as on my dick, and I'm losing room for fake sh** You kinda late trick, but to looking on the thanks b**h [Verse 2](Jack Mushroom): We unpredictable, y'all flow despicable b**h get the principle, Wolf Gang's invincible Nuns getting spiritual, asking for a miracle, to stop these kids from getting rowdy, and f**ing physical Fisting pregnant b**hes, ripping out umbilicals To hang my father, and make my life less miserable I'm catching ad bodies, snapping eggs like bad blotties Soaring in my Bugatti, I stab ? shawty Bury the b**h sloppy, in a f**ing porta potty, k**ing everybody, Wolf Jack, sent by Illuminati f** being superstitious, I'm bringing all crucifixes To hell with Jesus these triple sixes, on the Odd nemesis of broad triple sixes, you stupid b**hes Wolf Gang, f**