Killing Niggas (ft Lilbludd42)

aye, reapers in the bleachers, clack!, im the ace with the lethal swing

swingin' for the fences, every cracks a homicidal hymn

got a diamond stance, but my bats baptized in iron wrath

steal my crown? you get a fastball kiss, career path to the afterlife

smoke curls like ghosts, ogs the sermon, ash confessin' sins

step to my plate? yous a strikeout, body bag where your grin begins

missing persons? nah, Picasso, I paint the streets in cryptic red

visions in the fog, im casper with a louisville slugger for a head

 

swing low, chariot, im drivin' hearses through the infield

reapers my hype man, death doublin' as my windshield

rise from the crypt, no casket could contain my syntax

you thought I was ghost? nah, hells just a practice bracket

 

jacked my stash? congrats, yous a footnote in my origin story

now yous a mural on the wall, pray your momma dont mourn me

im kafka with a knuckle curve, twistin' plots like a screwball

revenge is a buffet, you ate, now digest the curfew call

visions got me nostradamus with a mitt full of prophecies

you "missing"? nah, your dinner for the worms in my trophy liturgy

ink stains on my soul? nah, thats ash from the phoenix flicks

I pitch nightmares, batter up! you aint ready for this 6-6-6

 

grave diggers ballet, pirouette with a shovel and malice

lifes a base, steal it? I tag you out, then dance on your chalice

third eye on the prize, strike zones a crescent moons smirk

you came for the crown? cool, heres your casket, does it hurt?

 

aye aye I feel the reaper the way I could take a life with a

baseball bat I could beat a nigga ass smoking on that

og trhaxx come over her get your ass whacked one time go

got my shit jacked from a nigga and

he went missing in these visions are you fuckin kidden i risen I invison

 

swing low, chariot, im drivin' hearses through the infield

reapers my hype man, death doublin' as my windshield

rise from the crypt, no casket could contain my syntax

you thought I was ghost? nah, hells just a practice bracket

 

Killing niggas all these riots but I gotta

eat and my family do so if I gotta steal

rob a motherfucking corn on the cob she slobbed

on my knob like corn on the cob I keep drinking this

codene my niggas kill. And sell weed and any other drugs we find

cause this our kind smoking reefer weed louder then my speaker

 

aye, the diamonds my coliseum, dirts the canvas I desecrate

reapers my caddy, hand me the bat, lets eulogize the plate

risen ? nah, I never left, you just blinked into the abyss

games over, kiddo, check the scoreboard: eternitys my hit list