It's your boy Lynx nigga
One nine six point nine
My man Dirty Winters on the fucking beat
We doing this for Bad Recordings
You feel that ice pick in your fucking skull
It's me
Does that pen hurt your finger
Nigga when you attempt to write
Yo, this hard like
Nails through the palm of Christ
Perverted buddahmunk my Rambo knife slice
Bitches top choice though I treat them cold like ice
Water in the veins same game tolerate it
Bane to ya life spinal cord brace breakage
No light to that tunnel Sam summer mine
Madness flem dine no swine
TLT sandwich you heard me split
Bitch devil side bitch fucking bloody mattress
Hell bound heaven too much of a contrast
Catch a contact word potent the backlash
Drugs I love it a fucking addict
Sacrifice sleep for a spliffreak havoc
Break it roll it fold time create ashes
Scroll ninja star throw receive lashes
Cali via pure Yardie passion
Footage your village merciless pillage
Anxious for the brain spinach the spillage
Web dangerous spawn made create from events of living
The spinning leverage frigid pump oh the game
Unleveled playing field but nigga skill escape they stamp
What a shame murder done beautiful
Pussy do they own nails and gloss they own cuticles
Anxious fluids I birth toys
Wanna hate but the miracle got deployed
Kill them slowly machete chop boy
Silence deafen each breath echoes nearing the end
Stifling no gravity low on oxygen floating
Amongst debris of dead colleagues
Spiraling distant moon bring peace to the agony
My family cloud my thought thoughts cloudy
Anxious brain injury temperature drop throughout my body
Fail badly first mission doom I see
Planet previously home staring at me
Frigid blank no memory of me gone alone