Death by Dishonor

By Ghostemane

Released on February 17, 2017

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[Verse 1: Ghostemane]

I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul

We took an eighth of psilocybe, let it all go

Stuck in the middle of the earth, it ethereal

I'm bout to take a little trip and never come home

She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow

I'd rather lick it off and swallow every drop, oh

Everybody thinkin' I'm the devil but I'm really woke

By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to brain control but I know that

She tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue

Make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun

I'm sick of puttin' it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done

I know I never be the one to say the devil won

'Cept for one mage if I'm gonna be a Teller

Like I'm really feelin' like I'm tryna dip and reincarnate

I look up in the sky, in the light

When I'm done, I really wanna take a dive in the lake

And say goodbye to everything


[Verse 2: Shakewell]

Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you

Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you

Leave 'em bloody red, really ain't an issue

Think his auntie sad, get that bitch a tissue

Heard his army mad, I could give a fuck

All my compas pulling up in armored trucks

You be talkin' Migos, but ain't one of us

Hit a fifty cell, really I'm the plug

Just another day in the 6-1-4

Nah that ain't Columbus, talkin' Mexico

Choppin' up the kilo then we slittin' throats

Trap be in the kitchen cookin' up a GOAT

No that ain't no slang for a fuckin' pack

Even if it was, boy, you couldn't cap

Even if you did, it'd hit you with the tax

Shout out all my homie, made a mill' off wax


[Verse 3: Pouya]

Yuh, yuh, ayy

Death by dishonor, you crossed the wrong one

Your wig get pushed back

Underground Underdog need ten flat to be in the same room

Pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth

Fuck what you heard, baby, I've been around

Po-po 'round, we need a moment of silence

Runnin' from the piece to get away from the sirens

Ain't a damn thing changed 'cause we love the violence

Baby Bone, I'm an animal

Made a hundred thousand racks at the Seminole

Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal

Yeah, that bitch right off of the banana boat

Shakewell, make bail, set sail, send a rapper to Hell

Broke ass rappers, man, they want me to fail

I made all the right moves, I'm never taking an L


[Verse 4: Erick the Architect]

Yeah, yeah

Usually, I would just make the decision to kill 'em

Rest is for the willin' when you on the ceiling

Will he ever give a dividend again?

I'm moving diligent, this independent, mane

A minimum of dank, I'm on a bigger rank

I thank the lord for every saint

I can't describe a cannibal

I eat a rapper chapter one

I get up on you, read you like a poem

Shit is sticky since I got a system

I'm a killer, make a million off of this (Yeah)

That's how deep the pen and coffin is (Yeah)

So all my villains break a law to this (Yeah)

Pray your lord forgives a kid with confidence

I count the karma for my sons in orphanage

I'm bringing all them in until we all begin

There's no bargaining so quit arguin'