you are not welcome here evil deeds. he pull up with the rebel look she bad, the devil look but that ain’t the Prada my nigga thats just the blood drip the blade with the blood drip you’ll never know what the hell it took you need only know that we raise hell raging hell-fire in him Mastermind all on him they the ones shown us how to plot & scheme we just using what they taught us young niggas usurping your throne young niggas scheming on your daughters you caught us in this bitch been on my shit, never did the switch got fangs at your throat like its bout a check nigga who tame? who sane? (damn, wait) i do not surf. i do not ride the new waves while yall Jonestown with the Kool-Aid mane leech-nigga stay the fuck in your lane - coming down like speed racer - high speeds and my Goddess out your league - going hard watch the vultures steady scheme when they circle grab the beam blood drippin’ evil deeds. — "no puedes ver como escurren las palabras rojas de la pared?"

oh my lord, they provoke the civil savage oh my lord, they enrage the quiet beast i’m aware you prey on fools to suck the soul from your mistake was ever thinking that was me. you miss your slave-masters. while i got my blade at they throat like its bout a check blade at they throat like its life & death blade at they throat like its bout survival i don’t do masters or idols you stay on your knees like its hella vital oh, you need them to love you so that shit, it Hurt Me Soul i do not trust you. see you the main reason i don’t trust niggas. never know who in league with the ops these days til they switch up on you and they gut niggas. scars, all on me just above the belt; thats Maharishi you heard that i was the Outsider; BLACK GØD NOISE KING wielder. to my foe, my nemesis. my malice, my hatred is genuine. you’re violent and impudent keeping warm in the veil of your ignorance theres no mercy, no innocence i’ve no Love in my heart for evil men i wish you hell and i mean that shit. may you be consumed in the venom drench. you’re grinning, yuh? you salivate, yuh? so convince you ain’t the prey you fucked up in the worse way your disguise all civil-like my response, not civilized spill your blood, real sinner-like i been on— i been on my Prince Vegeta shit in the gravity machine where you been lil hoe? get your weight up i been on my Tanjiro shit: nigga i slay demons. i fight evil, like Jaco if You ever catch me coonin’ for the white folks please shoot me in my mother fucking head. on camera. i’ma make a ruckus til i’m dead. no manners. its allslaughter. no slander. but i’ll fight for you. even if you never know it. even if you never want me to. and you can hate us both, like they do. the won’t praise you. but thats cool. so you keep your blade at my gut and while they got they blade to your back, i’ll keep my blade at they throat. i’ll fight enough for us both.

if you couldn’t tell swear she looks fiona apple, circa ’96 with pale ocean eyes, pink powder lips and she could bring me to my knees like in worship, like a goddess but she’s not one she’s a rush of blood to the head, and a guilty conscience i shouldn’t think of — the way i do like, “all the things that i would do to you” shit, i should be ashamed---what would my mother think? or all my sisters and my aunties, if they knew what blondie had me craving this is not a love song how could this ever be a love song? there is no love there’s only animal impulse so when i see her, when she’s near me i’m a champion, a motherfucking paladin the way win the fight to not pursue it i’ve got my reasons she’s got me taming a hunger i’ve never known the way it bubbles just beneath when i attempt to keep composed you could almost see the beauty in how pure it is but there ain’t nothing pure about what i would do with it i’m talking running my hands up that blouse and bite marks is all on your neck and bending your pretty ass over that table and ripping them panties off, the panties wet i probably belong in that — i could make my home in that — - you’ve been fucking with my mind i’m not here to play your game but i could play your god and flood this whole shit holy rain all from in between those hips on your slender frame great flood

- kt allsavage - i might make some money off em but i'll never trust em - Tommie Wong - money numbers on my mind like a fucking CPA it been oozing through my pores and stained the sheets on which i lay i been getting money fast, there ain't no point in that delay if i'm tired i keep it moving, i can rest when i decay they been looking at me strange like this skill did not exist then i have em in a trance cause i spit hypnotic shit its my ritual, its mythical, big foot and loch nesses drop they jaw cause they in awe, we'll ask em what the problem is if you ask me what my weakness is i say its going broke clutching your chest, cause you just needing a rest or swear to god you having a stroke praying to go, pray to allah, your local deacon or maybe the pope shoot some dope, snort up some coke roll up a joint in this bitch and just toke drown all your problems like casey or put up your walls like you gacey depression is mostly for babies so plan a is that plan b — beautiful sex with silver tongue gotten you thinking you're number one feeding your ego to get you numb telling you lies just to get it done tryna finesse it to get all your blessing and get a rise out like the morning sun we are the losers, the beggars, the choosers we're here to just take out the - - kt allsavage - (oh) you never been to the shadows? (home) i made it out with the crown (throne) i been the boy made of onyx (no) i been the boy made of gold (glow) we don't do masters or idols (foes) never gave fuck bout no waves (clones) them Lxwlifes don't play bout that currency (dough) you better pay what you owe. — i might make some money off em but i'll never trust em - Tommie Wong - don't want your weary or your weak fuck it, we'll take em use em up and make a killing and let jesus save em

black bodies piling up where you lay them down - still swinging from the trees where you hang em now i do not pray to your twisted gods but i pray their screaming corpses haunt and torment all your nightmares you wicked fucks i used to wonder the reasons is it more envy or fear your daughters prefer us, your sons wish they were us but it don’t really matter i just wish you hell swear i mean that shit sincerely and if you keep coming for my children you’ll be right to fear me. i think that you got a fetish - i think that you got a fetish bae i don’t think you really Love me it get you off when you on top i know you like the view from above me call me dirty nigger for a climax then you mash out feeling lovely and i don’t think you got a soul so you steady finessin tryna get at mine but you can’t finesse me bae i done peeped game. i invented that shit. you said we could make it with blood sweat and tears and i wanted so bad to believe in that shit so why i’m the only one bleeding n shit? i been the only one bleeding n shit. and i swear we been wrong from the start, swear we been wrong from the start swear we been wrong from the start, but ain’t no more fooling my heart. get your fork off my plate i do not owe you a thing you can’t wash the blood off your hands and you’ll never quiet the screams