[Intro]

The Midnight Society

Virus

[Verse 1]

Private parties with the one-percent

Shooting all attendants at this marvelous and grand event

Just displaying my talents

Got a past of post-traumatic stress

Sleeping on a wall

That's what my backs against

Brace yourself when Fukkit quickly grasps the pen

Immaculately dashes lines that cracks the necks of all object

Shun 'em, let him live or should I bash him dead?

I'll ask again: should I kill them all or let them crash instead?

Causing all these rappers to lose balance

Getting lost and mad they last again

Should I show compassion for the passionless is my question?

Simple answers never grant the hardened head a happy end

Maybe I'm not supposed to know

Still here with the boasting flow

Showboating while I motorboat her

Wetter than a coastal cove

Doing shows coast-to-coast

And house-to-house, broke them doors

Give mouth-to-mouth to all your whores

She panting while she chokes some more

Pistol poke yo' Post Malone

No ski mask on, get toasted warm

It's close to war

Time for postal cards and notes that won't come home

[Interlude]

Ahhh

[Verse 2]

Nobody else hides and survives from this day forward

It's a constant monotonous swinging within unconscious

And now they 'bout to see what they all prayed for

Niggas finna have to wait in line 'cause they paid for it

This that barrel to the motherfucking face

Shit, the same tip of grace

Y'all lil' gimmicks need a taste, quick

Judge facing the direction of the plaintiff

With bloodstained hatred that drips down pages

What is life at this point?

Nothing really just a stroll-through concept

Know you wanna object but process progress

Can you even see a better place within this dark mess

Humankind conquest?

Watch when the time stops-a-tick

Let it all fall down, crossing the bridge

It's a shame how it's gone down, drops like a twig

Snapshots of a timelapse lost in abyss