Covenant

By System.Void

Released on March 21, 2014

Thumbnail

Get at him

Big money addict

So many bitches

Picnics on the paddock

Black hoodie raider

Silver gat like Madden

Rock a ski mask like it's runway fashion

Yeah, and you're in runway traffic

That's two ways down the one lane, stupid bastard

Pulling on my chain, cuz I wanna break it faggot

I'll melt it down and sell it for a pistol attachment

Cuz I done never felt compassion

Lucifer a person in the flesh

And now he rappin

Catch a fuckin bullet in the vest

Didn't happen

Never Count the blessings

Keep a head in the basket

Yeah

Dogsled, no alaskan

Just a Yukon, With a kilo in the back end

Yeah, and after I done wrapped it

Move it in a port city, eat it like a kraken

Yeah, I'm gonna say it all again

I'll burn a candle till I die

I'm getting burned by giving in

I'll set alarms and buy a dog

But you can't let in any friends

I guess I'll turn it into words and

Buy a nicer fucking pen

I know its early but I earned this

What's a life without a purpose

Every time I see the sun above the ground

I'm fucking merciless

Hire Mercenaries when he need to get his fucking share

Void gon steal the planets fucking air

Yeah spaceballs shit

And i hate ya'lls shit

You think that riding Drake's dick will make ya'll rich?

Void is here to tell you that you're nothing but a bitch

And his racket covers local music, so pay me quick

So be realistic

Like Riff Raff Said Be Realistic

I make a quarter every quarter, Never die to get rich, yeah

Fuck Curtis Jackson this is Basedgod shit

I'll buy out heaven with my clique

Writing what i'm feeling never make a fucking hit

Scribe it on the ceiling with a bloody fucking stick

System.Void is primal evil, always Pennywise, IT

With your Girlies friends

We Smoking like we waiting for the world to end

I bought her fur again

I really can't afford to be buying shit