Jarren Benton - k**in My Soul lyrics

(feat. Hopsin & Jon Connor) [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] I was conceived in Dracula's lair I'm cracking a hater upside his f**ing head with the back of a chair His feet leaps back in the air I rip the fur off the back of a bear The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair b**h I am a god, riding on the f**ing handle bars Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister f** anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me Where the f** where you? Now you're so proud of me I've been on a grind, b**h I don't know how to sleep My crew sick to a crucifix Smoking kush through a hookah stick Bite the bullet when the ruger spit f** rap, b**h I'm through with it n***as know when I was born to ball [?] Light a stick of dynamite "tick, tick" bang and die right in front of ya'll I'm done with living Satan I'll be there in a minute How the f** you boxing with god b**h when your arms are missing No religion but my mom's a christian I had her tripping when she found my p**n subscription I'm on some different sh** And expensive whips with a different b**h I rip your f**ing lungs out with a plumber's wrench I don't know a n***a living in his right mind that could probably stop me n***a shook like a young b**h in a room, f**ing Bill Cosby Mach five, n***a high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed Full the plug from the life support and the IV's, n***a try me Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt I eat up everything until the f**ing reaper gets me We in this b**h but I still feel depressed and empty [Hook: Hopsin] The game's got me in a venomous zone It's k**ing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo' Sometimes I say f** this sh** but I ain't willing to go Stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so) My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know) If these other n***as did it we getting on (lets go) These weak n***as straight up k**ing my soul That's why I don't even feel it no mo' I ain't vibing to it [Verse 2: Jon Connor] From the moment my pen hit the page My vision was getting on stage Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase You getting to big for your britches, remember your age Huh? What the f** that mean? Tell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me All this pa**ion you would have to beat it out me And they said I would never leave my county k** that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me All I could ever see is drowning All I could ever see is drowning All I could ever see is drowning Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks I rob 'em, I never needed no help I should dealt with the f** I felt f** drowning, I became a shark myself Momma said keep your head up My n***a said keep your head up You hating n***as went head up I ain't get fed so I'm fed up Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup Lose it, now fuse it It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick Somebody hating, give two sh**s Just make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston f**, truth is I don't even know why I do this I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it [Hook] [Verse 3: Hopsin] As of lately my fire's been lower Dizzy Wright said I might Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this sh** Yo I'm at five percent I hope my career does not die in limbo I wake up just praying my fuse is lit Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get Back when I would hop in the booth and spit I'm too immune to this Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (f**) f** this music sh**, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is I do give b**hes spontaneous hunger And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder That you'd hate to get under And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort I'm late for the monster, you may be a goner I put listeners in the craziest slumber A note to peasants, my vocal presence Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive And cry to my sh** but don't confess it When I'm in my zone you feel that power and pa**ion My godly words can speak louder than action And don't forget it n***a [Hook]