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Evil Remix
- Woke up with an attitude today, not in the mood to play,
- Might start a fight with the whole X factor group, no delay,
- My brain’s twisted like a pretzel, too screwed to hear the truth,
- Tew sly, I’m the lock, the key, at seventeen spitting Ruth,
- All these "dogs" yapping loud, claiming they run the streets,
- But I see through the fluff, man, I’m rolling with the beats,
- Got my thoughts like shadows, spraying fear like a blight,
- Well, I’m here to stay, motherfucka, ready for the fight!
- Well I guess I choose to stay
- I'm sorry for this knockoff Eminem song,
- But I'm evil, yeah, where the fuck do I belong?
- Got this venomous flow, spitting syllables strong,
- I'm so evil, fuck your clique, I'm swiping all along.
- I'm so evil, bitches know I'm not a clone,
- Crushing all you haters, leave you broke and alone.
- My nigga, just got fuckin' killed last night,
- We got white people sayin' nigga, actin' tough on Fortnite,
- With no care at all, so why say it, white folks?
- When it's gonna get you murked in just four days, no jokes.
- I'm sick of shots being fired, it's a damn war zone,
- Every petty beef got us all feelin' alone,
- I could turn these hate vibes straight into a payday,
- They think this is a game, like it’s some fuckin’ playback.
- Addicted to the hustle, I’m packin’ fully automatics,
- Like a cute little maniac, bringin’ all the panic,
- (Bow, bow, bow,) each snap sends foes to the ground,
- Sly comin' out, yeah, my squad’s holdin’ the crown.
- At eight, they said I’d never rise, just a fool,
- But I flipped the script, now I’m breakin’ all the rules,
- So I look at all these haters and just shake my head,
- 'Cause I turned my life around while they fester in dread.
- I dislike everyone on this site, it’s a shame,
- 'Cause I rose from the ashes, yeah, I changed up the game,
- So every time they send shots, I hear ‘em like darts,
- But I’m cashin’ in this chaos, it’s a work of art.
- So I'm chasin' what I want, whether or not, it's a chase down artists, who hasn't reached his spot yet.
- Got a demon deep within, won't let me forget, it's the fire in my soul, and I won't ever regret.
- They hate the way I spit, call me out a calamity, but this rage keeps me lit, ain't no damn sanity.
- I'm the glitch in the game, spittin' bars like a beast, they pushin' me away, but I feast on their least.
- Flickin' off the fakes, yeah, I’m savage with the flow, motherfuckers want a piece, but I'm givin' 'em no show.
- Blazin' through the night, smoke clouds like a comet, while they're sleepless on the grind, I’m just fuckin' up the vomit.
- Got the world in a chokehold, chaos in my grip, call me villain or king, either way, I'm equipped.
- Ain't here for the likes, just the echoes of my karma, I’m a bad luck charm, but too raw for the drama.
- Because I'm so fuckin'
- I'm evil, yeah, where the fuck do I belong?
- Got this venomous flow, spitting syllables strong,
- I'm so evil, fuck your clique, I'm swiping all along.
- I'm so evil, bitches know I'm not a clone,
- Crushing all you haters, leave you broke and alone.
- (Ko doomzday)
- Ayo
- Start this thesis with mind pieces and evil villain retaliation
- Hard to peak it, with five equal for leisure and in the happy hatin'
- I'm the biggest hater, I'm not a dictionary, I'm a thesaurus
- Sold on my last verse, with paper, hit the weary with prime edicate
- Lyin' educate, get ya scholar's degree and find when it is
- Due for me to polish my spree and get one more off the med
- My lyricality's reality of spirits surroundin' me to peer in my salary
- I get with the baseball bat, and hit a home run and a grand slam, so
- I'm the one who made y'all rap, and ain't no one who can land those
- Fantano of this site, laid y'all back to the chose one, I'm a fan though
- I'm indespicable, dribblin' y'all careers across the prism of a clock
- The principle, bill din' all the years, that's just the rhythm that I drop
- I've become too good for y'all haters to even hear me, missin' when I talk
- And when I run, you could be the next gettin' paper on the TV, the principle is gone
- And as I run these markets just to end up next to the valley of death
- It's like these racks to my head, you actually next, that's how I happily said
- The shadow of the cousin of death is restin' next to preliminary hearances
- While padios pave, there wasn't any sweat, exercisin' these sins to scare me, serious
- Real lyricist, ain't hopin' to win a grammy, puzzlin' my neck, penetrates my nerve
- Feel periods of time, no one can pin my bare heat, jugglin' the vets, drivin', letters make me swerve
- (Tewsly hook)
- I'm evil, yeah, where the fuck do I belong?
- Got this venomous flow, spitting syllables strong,
- I'm so evil, fuck your clique, I'm swiping all along.
- I'm so evil, bitches know I'm not a clone,
- Crushing all you haters, leave you broke and alone.
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