[Intro]

Yea

MidKnyte

Woah

Yeah, ayy

MidKnyte

Woah

Mm

Yea!

[Verse 1]

Fuck it, i’m a criminal

I put my initials on her genitals (yea)

Every lyric so subliminal

The way i’m makin’ pacts you’d think it’s a ritual

Call me spiritual

It’s such a miracle that i didn’t (BLAT, BLAT, BLAT)

By now

Wait no

Hide out, by now, i need it right now

Oh, oh

Better call the Po-Po

My violence, is pretty silent

Your guidance is pretty violent

Gets pretty violent when there’s silence

Grab the blick, hi bitch

Time to die bitch

*explosion*

Uh

Make a bitch dance with the bullets

The barrel, too hot, last chance to cool it

Makе yo hair stand up like a punk rock mullet

A bitch be too fly to try and pull it

Tiе a noose with shoe lace

Who laced? me laced? nah, you laced

Grab the blade

My blood red like Kool-aid

She a vampire goth bitch need a taste

You so hot bitch, lemme kiss yo face

If you so hot shit, if that’s the case

Then why every time you get the chance to fight

You piss yo pants like lemonade

When life gives you lemons, make minutemaid

Wait a minute, i had to raid ‘em

Free them of the corrupted freedom

That they deem ‘em to be demons

Had to save ‘em

Treat the game like i abuse her

Treat the fame like a knew ya

Need to change like a new year

Take my meds like an abuser

Eat my head like dahmer

Ride my sled like a llama

First 6x since obama

Dark like the night bitch i start drama

Hearts stabbed with might, with no comma

Bitch my shit bomb like Osama

Laden everyday ‘till the Futurerama

Plottin’ everyplace ‘till i beat super pharma

[Interlude]

I’m a cute a lil emo boy

I’ll fuck you with out no toy

I might whimper, don’t mind me

[Verse 2]

Bitch, if you was at the top, you’re now behind me

Trappin’, always cappin’, my fault

Ass below the crack and fell on the asphalt

Side to this list, my final diss hits

Bitch, my fathers died for this

Smack you with a heater

She a teether

Got no AR, but you on my radar

Need these girls like Justin Beiber

You a wide receiver

Even tho i’m a virgin

I need that vagina, all of it (ayy)

Had to take her to the Gynecologist

To make sure she wasn’t lying, got the fuckin’ heart of it

Molotov next to a fire pit

I don’t admire shit

Except the things i inspire this

Not Narcissistic but i will practice my first amendments

Two dire hits

Need to earn this

Hit you with that burner yea

Put you in a furnace

Heat you up in a urn and return this

Bitch i burn shit

And i heard shit

Hide yo wife, hide in the closet and pray for ya life

Grab a knife, grab the blade

Make her masturbate

No need to erase

Time to fight or flight

But i might divide

Yo head by a nine

No time to cry

My fault, bitch it’s time to die

My fault, i always write a lie

Yo life is ass, you workin’ nine to 5

I’d rather grab the nine

I’m out of time, need to make up my mind

Should i plot or should i be alive

Chasin’ the bag like a hoe or a cat after a rat

And no i won’t do that, i’d rather just fuckin’ die

But you won’t fuckin’ try

Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh

Mastermind of my time

Won’t even lie (ayy, yea)

[Verse 3]

I turn what you call ‘ass’ into a masterpiece

I kill so much they should classify me

As a fuckin’ mass disease

I’m a lyrical fast machine

I’ll make the mass deceased until i cease ‘till i freeze

I’m like the massive seas that hit the ship and sunk that shit

Into junked and ditch

Bitch don’t ever try to diss

You the type to prolly’ jump and ditch

You the type to not fuck but a hump a bitch

A hunnid’ shit

I hunt them bitch

I’m onto it

Bitch, how you miss a kiss from a psycho and actually fumbled it?

You can’t sound like me, ‘cause you’ll mumble bit

You need to get smacked upside yo head with purse

Because this verse humbles shit

Bitch

I’m done with this, woah

[Outro]

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Please try for me

I’m sorry

I love-

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