System.Void - Iwakura lyrics

Windshields fade And I see is patterns on the street This acid tablet Casts a million f**in shadows in the breeze I press the gas, and lacerate, a**a**in, Rattling the keys So spark a lighter, get it brighter Put some fire at my feet Motherf**er set it off I'm a slave to making my money Never see fame cuz I slang them slugs Make sh** rain, bad weather in the club And now my whole crew f**ed up Never the leave the house if I ain't got bud Leave a little bit of lean in the bottom of the cup Pa**ing out free zines like a skateboard You don't even see us We a level above Get ejector seats And you might be us On twitter sellin lean Muhf**er you sus And you look 14 But I cut kids up So don't sweat we good Muhf**er we good Roll Around town no mask no hood Chop a f**boy down like firewood Denver county till I die But God I look so Iwakura I'll k** your daughter Didn't wanna But I had to f**ing shoot her f*ggots need my money But I always get to pussies sooner Rio De Janeiro style I'll murk you on the back of scooters Vodka, like it straight Got russians, hella crooked Shoulda been in jail, but k**ed a witness So they couldn't book him Catch you looking Better stop it Get the picture And I'm a crop it f** your party Start a moshpit Spray Champagne Just like a faucet And I see patterns on the street This acid tablet Casts a million f**in shadows in the breeze When I press the gas Assasins rattling the keys So spark a lighter, get it brighter Put some fire at my feet Motherf**er set it off The whole f**in world has gone silent I seal up my room like an undead asylum My base is in snow like the rebel alliance She strip on the phone she a star in compliance I set up my camp and I stay like a virus Drive a b**h out motherf**er no license The hunt is my math and the k** is a science Sword like a stylus Blackberry blood from a Razor Get stung by a tazer And thrown in a blazer Take you to a client In vans like a caterer Vader to fakers And hate to eraser But I've got a date with a permanent later And I ordered Kobe, but I hate the Lakers Drank up the bar, Shoulda been on the pacers On a regular basis We cutting off faces Good with a scalpel Like Urlacher Tackles You just see my shadow Then Die, Seeing fractals I run it like like Mao I'm a new breed of rascal My evidence spreads everywhere like it's shrapnel Washington Nationals Kept in my Capital Numbers is Fractional My numbers is actual Guns always Tactical Waterproof muzzles, We keep it adaptable Fire Em off all at once like a Madrigal You Soft Like an Animal And I bet that you Flammable You Be Clarice, I've got Hannibal Mandibles Move so Mechanical Off the Botanical And I see patterns on the street This acid tablet Casts a million f**in shadows in the breeze When I press the gas I lacerate a**asins, rattle keys So spark a lighter, get it brighter Put some fire at my feet