Lyrics Purgatory Mountain - Isaiah the Wulf

God dammit
Short temper can't stand it
I don't wanna be the one to do the damage
Never put ya hands on me I might snap it
Act like I dont hear shit that's my tactic
If you hear that noise that's me in ya attic
Sleeping in yo bed that's where you get attacked in
Flipping, whipping put ya in a mattress
I just made you a home made casket
No thank you bitch you way to ratchet
Just saw your death on the news that's tragic
Should have desloved your body in the bathtub
Atlest I know what to do for the next one
Depressed vigilante put my symbol in the sky
I'll be there soon so just sit tight
I choose the dark nigga fuck all light
Cuz using my knife
At night
Feels right