King George - Winterfell lyrics

Voices in my head screaming to k** all you b**hes Scared a** n***as always be the ones snitching Whenever I close my eyes all I see's the devils face staring deep into my soul from a mysterious place I'm trying to fall asleep but hell is all up in my vision, but I ain't a victim I picked them to put me in this position I'd be lying if I said that I regret it though It brings me infinite power and f**ing hella lettuce ho I'm just a felon that is trying to f**ing go legit All of my problems alleviated by the triple six Feeling alienated but still I'm with your b**h n***as say they're happy I made it but they're the ones that snitched Crazy how n***as be faking you leave and they'll hit up your b**h Thats why I keep to myself my girl and the Thirteen Records clique Baphomet be the one swinging knuckles in the pit Beat your a** bloody 'cause I love the smell of it Get your blood on my fist then I take a lick Ain't no love in this b**h only hollow tips No escape once you're in my grips unless you cut your wrist. Feel my wrath when I speak, demons summoned quick Blowing cess 'til I get possessed, rope around my neck Staying stressed like I'm nailed upon a rotten crucifix Beneath the surface these n***as f**ing serpents I'm on probation two years 'cause they caught me f**ing serving Searching for a victim in the night because I'm purging. Perfect whenever I'm spitting all of these curses Burning, all of you p**y a** n***as churches All I know in life is that nothing is ever certain Riding around in suburban while I'm sipping bourbon trying to drown all my demons but in my mind they steady lurking Boy my life is the omen I'll spear you like a samoan while I be steady chewing on shrooms and blowing on the potent Shouts out to my soldiers mane Thirteen Records like boulders We colder than ice and we quick as hell to hurt you The devils the mane standing right behind the curtain I'm slurping that ayahuasca now my third eye open Now I ain't a person, demonic b**hes I flirt with. p**y mother f**ers ending up inside the hearse quick. Man my vocals shake the world and cause a f**ing earth quake. I manifest my dreams while you wallowing in a heart break If you've got a problem boy run up I'm suicidal, give a f** you put your gun up Raised in the streets I was born in the gutter Mother f**er don't you know that I eat rappers up for supper? Thirteen Records we the hardest mother f**er did I stutter? Hit you like a hurricane now you need to put up the shutters. With the devil in my eyes and a mouth full of blotter first I tie him to a brick and then I throw him in the water