Bastard Psalm

Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)

Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle

Want something to bomb

I raise hell full throttle

I don't be writing my songs, I black out

All my niggas back out from the dirt

One word, cost your life

Was it worth it

Print press, blood stain, both on a shirt

Dust up, run up, one up, done

Cut up, fucker, what up son

Bitch made, like you got castrated

I done went up baby tell me how my ass tastes (uh)

Big veins I been training all day

Knock your ass out

Tell me Annie are you okay

They put tape down

Rollin loud, all up through the towns

I got my face out, running routes

Wonder what you bout

Hide the spouse, I feed knives to children

Diligent villain, my conquest requires a bomb vest

And whatever the psalm says it what you will do

I got Lazarus on the 1's and 2's

And I got mad bitches ass quaking rooms

So you dont wanna test up it'll be your doom

Alright can't pass, hold my breath I move in silence

Outside and the moon is high

Can't stop now, every step I take is violence

Violent till the day I die

Okay you a bastards spilt cum (huh)

Fatherless, bottemless palms in a pill bottle

Want something to bomb

I raise hell full throttle

I don't be writing my songs, I black out

All my niggas back out from the dirt

One word, cost your life

Was it worth it

Print press, blood stain, both on a shirt

Dust up, run up, one up, done

Cut up, fucker, what up son