Lyrics: Matthew Williams
Music: Matthew Williams
Holy ****
your parents raised a dumb cunt
Incapable of a single rational thought
Congratulations
You’re the Epitome of Brain rot
Stupid ass motha****a
Hope you get some blood clots
3 seconds is the moment you’ve met the hell
Time was stolen to give you the cross and nail
Force jumping I been reaching for tainted grails
Fool’s ending I still hold to the sainted quell
Need a check up your neck up looking like pasta food
They too synthetic these jesters faking than Donahue
I count my blessings and curses meaning I never lose
This Money gang the takeover embellish you
Need a fixing I’ll cold cut the IV
Lot of clones couldn’t do it like me hoe
Perfect cell It’s just perfect timing
Rewind the death dates far scape the bog cold
Make me a sandwich you a house made bitch nigga
Suns getting molten imma set it off shortly
Bastard of the havoc we dispensing that’s trench nigga
Mass too unholy separate unwarring
3 seconds is the moment you’ve met the hell
Time was stolen to give you the cross and nail
Force jumping I been reaching for tainted grails
Fool’s ending I still hold to the sainted quell
fighting tooth and nail
THIS HEAD A PRISON CELL
LIKE ID RATHER
BE
ASHES ON A ****IN SHELF
If you think you know me
Gotta bridge to sell
COLOR ME
NOT IMPRESSED
Your skull a vacant shell
Holy ****
your parents raised a dumb cunt
Incapable of a single rational thought
Congratulations
You’re the Epitome of Brain rot
Stupid ass motha****a
Hope you get some blood clots
Small talk
I don’t have time for all of that
CAN READ WHAT TIME YOUR ON
Just LIKE AN ALMANAC
The insomniac
Maniac
These Lyrics Are a symptom
Of Hyper awareness man
My knowledge esoteric
Essentially got a brain
that’s hyper and Barbaric
Really need a hyperbaric
My head a thought barrack
I’m the Bearer of these thoughts
That ain’t hyperbolic
Barely Getting
my bearings back
****ing shit up
like it’s
bareback
Do it by myself I don’t need no barback
If I diss You
I will never take those bars back
People
Vapid
Insipid
And rather
****in LIVID
IMMA DRUID
MY FUTURE
I DREW IT
ILLUSIONIST
WARLOCK
ALCHEMIST
YOU AINT GETTIN A REPLY
NO MATTER HOW YOU HIT MY DIGITS
IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT DARK IS
LET ME SHOW YOU DARKNESS
method to the madness
Daniel day Lewis
CHOMOS SHOULDNT
SEE TOMORROW
RIP OUT THEIR EYES
NOW THEYRE PLAYING
MARCO POLLO
CURB STOMP THEM
SOPRANO TO COCO
WE DONT CALL 5-0
YOURE F*CKING DONEZO