Cynic (prod. $lim ghoste)

Make a motherfucker meet the earth
Wet em up first
Put him on a cross, invert
Im begging you to say it, whats your worth?
Born with a curse
Thirsting for a purpose, never learn

Pointing me a tone with the pistol reversed, lurk, bitching but its bouta get worse
Tripping at the nurse for a script of percs
Addiction gon take me first disperse

Filling up my fucking hearse with work, dirty, sending you up with the birdys
Sturdy, crushing a muh fucking thirty
Word? Ouija is tryna die early

Aiming to break through the firmament
Prophets in motion, extortionists
Subordinate turn to immoralist
Unfortunate that it is permanent, arsonist play

Drowning yo bitch down in Lake Monticello
I fucked the corpse and then rolled me a Rello
How did it come to this? Started with hello
I pressed ya mans and he softer than Jello
He running and ducking but he got the hit
It was the shotty that left his dome split
Carving up pentagrams all on his wrist
Dig him a grave now he resting in piss