Tazdied - SOMETHING SINISTER lyrics

[VERSE 1] Ay, I'm keepin' the gun tucked underneath the mattress where I stay, hoe Runnin' right up and I'm catchin' the case with no mask on my face, hoe Young grey, hoe, casket where I lay, hoe Chasin' my malleable with shots of propane, hoe Don't feel no pain, though, but ain't nobody noticed yet f**in' these s*utty b**hes and showin' them no respect Hold this tec as I take this hit right to my chest Fold his neck as I take him to his bed Turn these b**hes to s*uts I turn these s*uts into druggies A couple dicks in they bu*t and now they sayin' they lucky A couple sticks in the mud, I turn these dogs into puppies I remember when none of these little groupies were f**in' Get the f** away from me ‘less you talkin' cash Not f**in' no clean hoes, ‘Celly talkin' trash Garbage back shawty tryna' f**, but I ain't goin' fishin' Ay, she s** my dick like it's a competition [VERSE 2] Ay, now they all askin' what happened to me Made my first tracks, they was laughin' at me Now I make all these tracks like the ba*tard I be They hit me up like “What's happenin, T?” Like I'm flattin' they knees Rappers who think that they somethin' but really they flattering me Now they snappin' at me, payin' no mind I am not even flinchin' they cappin' at me No I'm not scared of you, breakin' these barriers You was a rodent and I'm like a bear to ya b**h I'm prepared to get scared when I stare at ya You was a p**y and I don't compare to ya Causin' hysteria, Tazzy be tearin' ya Poltergeist flippin' I laugh when they bearin' ya No type of brain in my skull, if my head of horns like you're runnin' with bulls Ay Work like a god, work till I fall b**h I'm a spirit, I live in the walls Pull out my claws, slash at ya jaw You was all talk so I'm breakin' yo paws I feel the devil inside of me, walkin' like nobody ride with me 25 b**hes who hate me as much as I do and are tryin' to die with me I ain't ‘bout talkin' b**h, I'm about work You f** with my team then you meetin' the dirt You f**in' with us, we put you on a shirt I'm slittin' yo throat and I hope that it hurt Wanna keep talkin'? You're meetin' your doom You feelin' the presence with me in the room You better start prayin', commence to your tomb Whatever god you believe in, I promise b**h you meetin' him soon