Komatose (Horrorcore) - Ashes 2 Ashes lyrics

[Verse 1] Been the sickest; since I opened for business It's survival of the fittest and that means that you're finished Leave you bleedin' with stitches, that's 93 incisions I'm in your subliminal giving you nightmares with these visions So shall it be written; so shall it be done You ain't even safe, rappin' with the devil and a gun Abra cadabra, gonna disappear your cadaver But that's after I stabbed ya, from your neck to your bladder I'm an arrogant ba*tard, there's no unwritten chapter I'm gonna bury you and become; your girlfriend's favorite rapper Make that dirty b**h leave you, and promise her greener pastures I'll get that fat c*nt alone and let my b**h smash her (Kilo: Sup "b**h?!") [Hook x2] Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames Ashes 2 ashes; d**h to all the lames One gone, two gone, three gone, four It's just a matter of time before; you're no more [Verse 2] If I quit now, I'd be like "no f**s given" If you quit, pal, you'd have no home to live in Wait a minute, sorry; let's tap the brakes You wouldn't be able to split the rent with your flat mates I got a bad taste? No. That should be you 'Cuz you ain't brushed the teeth since like two thousand and two (Koma: "Ew!") Sorry that sh** is like feet, acid, d**h I think you'd have to gargle with bleach to k** that bad breath Mad yet, homie? I know that you are You's about to run to Twitter, and be a superstar Lookin' for validation; a little ego affirmation Lookin' at pics of me, contemplatin' left hand masturbation [Hook x2] Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames Ashes 2 ashes; d**h to all the lames One gone, two gone, three gone, four It's just a matter of time before; you're no more [Verse 3] I bless this mic, in the name of Komatose Then split you into three like the father, son, and holy ghost You're a phony bro, I think you need to see a damn doctor Get your head checked, you tried to scam the whole roster You shoulda had a premonition that this day would come You's about to be a broke bum, tryna snatch up old crumbs No one wants to be awake, for your ministry of hate They'd rather be comatose, with a cut throat and face (Oh great.) Now you're gonna cast spells, summon hell, scream and yell Roll the dice and I'm like "Oh, well" Play your rap Dungeons and Dragons, you can have 'em I'll be the only cut throat serial k**er still rappin' [Hook x2] Join the ceremony; let it burn in flames Ashes 2 ashes; d**h to all the lames One gone, two gone, three gone, four It's just a matter of time before; you're no more