Текст песни Abyssal One - Cri$t187

Can't cope with the shit then get high then
Yo, close ya eyelids
Not self righteous, if you can do it better than come try this
I can turn your life into a crisis
Get Cri$t clipped bitch
Get yo wig split, you ain't on shit
I'll Cut you down like the minus
Make tracks gold like I'm Midus
Master of souls, I'm Osiris
I'm Abyssal, i'm a monster a mofucking problem
I come from the night like the dark knight from Gotham
He talkin shit on my homies we gon stomp him, chalk em
Ctrl alt delete you, drum mag and it's see through
Blood all over the place as the led come deplete you
My homie run up like he Robin he seize you
His Shirt turning red as his blood start to seep through
No I don't need you, I don't wanna see you
I don't need the blow it's not bliss
No smoke roll it up he's dismissed
It's a deal he's a target, no market
Spartan rage, lashing out seeing scarlet
Feel the soul of the evil incarnate
No fame but I'll make a red carpet

Say death for dishonor
Heat in yo face like a mofucking sauna
My whole clique eatin I chill with piranhas
You got no team spirit you ain't no nirvana
I want the smoke marijuana, elevate my aura
Give me 3 years and catch me in the Forbes list
Lucid dream soul jump out my body restore it

I don't got a murder but I got a passion
Ain't no regrets take him Out why I'm laughing
Did his head like his window I'm bash in
Cooking explosives bitch look what I'm craftin
Blow off your roof the gunpowder I add in
Summon my demon no genie cause I'm not Alladin
You lookin for me dawg I'm staying in Grafton
You cannot step to me bitch you a has been

Crist cut you like butter, know I got the cutter
Step up in my face try to talk and you stutter
I'll put you in yo place watch you drain like a gutter
It's your last, led eat you up like it's supper
Yo life a mess Put you in order you cluttered
He high off the dope out the zipper
His gravity falls so I call that boy dipper
I know what I'm bout bitch I'll Jack the Ripper
Take a step back or fade out like he hit with some clippers

Don't call me polo but my chop can cap alot
I don't talk no shit it's just action I pack a lot
I'm tryna hit a jackpot who would've thought
Slide through take you out tie him up in a knot
I Don't need a crown bitch you can have it
I keep my Glock stuffed up in my jacket
I'm 21 wait I'm feeling savage
You look like a lick carry round all that baggage
I Got the ratchet
I know some people that rob for yo package
Better beware ain't no passage
My hate drip catastrophe look at my swagger
He stagger that boy makin moves like he jagger
He thought they was friends he stabbed him in the back like a dagger