Lyrics
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These motherfuckers is dead
It's Pain!
Check
Semi blick at ya, any temperature
Pun is still alive, now you witnessing skinny Christopher
Penicillin flow through my pen, I wrote plenty literature
These fucking rappers come to an end if I send a signature, uh
My pen is sharper, authentic author
My image darker, mic disciple
This sniper rifle will strip a blemish off ya
You know my sentiments, every sentence a pencil scorcher
Mental torture, catch me in central Georgia, the Benz or Porsche
Immaculately rap, my strategy intact
The savagery, shotty come with two batteries in the back
Don't battle me, warning niggas that adamantly I snap
Two titties on one drum, my accuracy unmatched, nigga
Infinite potential, rip this instrumental
Mister temperamental, this shit's essential, no pens or pencils
Been suspenseful with the way that we writing
We influential, bend your mental
You don't say what you meant, I'ma dent your dental, pussy
Rapidly dropping, rappers be watching
Happily nasty and rotten, I'm Jackie Robinson going bad
Been drastically plotting, these niggas have to just drop a addy
We actually popping up and this ratchet could stop a Caddy, nigga
Venom level high, been on level five
This chopper do demolition, should've been the metal ride
I'm the devil and your god, the alpha and the omega
Bitch, I been catching bodies, start calculating the labor
It's Pain!
Yeah, I'm like a Spartan from 300
We usually came out at night and purged when the streets hunted
There's no regrets when the deceased plummet
You don't address the wounds of the past
And you'll still continue to bleed from it
Yeah, I just need some relief from it
My speech punish niggas who speak rugged with weak stomachs
Kill a rapper that's rated high on the list of each pundit
Keys of coke, spinning a block with shooters is redundant
A boss is flexing when he says he's boss, petty loss, heavy talks
Blow out your mama's speakers and shred your aux
Your pleasure's dark, you don't treasure arts, measures off
Sleeping on your whims, you gon' wake up mourning a deadly loss
I'm very harsh but I speak with purpose
What's lying beneath the surface
Try and you'll find some diamonds in recent verses
Release the curses I received in churches
Believe in worship but I'm dark as the
Suits and shades on the secret service
You meatless burgers getting beat and
Murdered when they reach the verdict
We deserved it, you come with problems, you leave in hearses
I'm a machine, you gotta feed the circuits
Get people nervous, Matthew 13:11, Eve when she sees the serpent
It's evil lurking in the hearts of many
The scars are plenty, hope you know all your partners envy you
Park a Bentley, mansion in the foyer
Handguns to your lawyer, plans are to avoid ya
Ransom the destroyer
"5, May you rest in peace"
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