Текст песни Oppenheimer - Shade Apollo

I'm whipping up potions
Side effects leave you broken
High cyanide dosage
What I'm spitting, so potent
Blood flow like the ocean
When my scythe is in motion
I'm cold, no, I'm frozen
Act bold but you posin
Your ash in my blunt then I'm tokin
Flesh mech skeleton, I'm soulless
Waltz through the hellfire, I'm strolling
Said have a nice life then stole it
Bitch I'm soaring through the eye of Sauron
You can't stand a glance when it's glowing
It is raining, it is pouring
Chin check you and now you're snoring
Bitch I am half court, still scoring
Pitchforks ready, bring the horde in
Frankenstein's monster, 'cept I'm gorgeous
Attack without any warning
Floorboards creak, I bring the gore in
I am rotten to the core and
Been the GOAT, in my way, I'm gorin'
Pedal to the floor
Accelerate and then I floor it
Whip the hearse, cut the brakes, if I slip, regain
Traction, then I pick up the pace
Blade on my waist, ready to catch a case
Your whole life is a waste
And I am the garbage man
Time to take out the trash again
No bitch, I am not your friend
Want a feature, better pay up then
Bitch I came out of nowhere
I feel like Slenderman
But I'm for real, you just pretend
I'mma ghost, I float and then ascend
Once I'm on the hunt, you venison
Mortal Kombat, finish him
Fall in a pit and then I slip the pendulum
Came up from Hell, no, I am not Heaven sent
Absorb your life force, take you out this world we're in

Think I'm drowning, someone call the lifeguard
Life's hard when sharks circle around the mic cord
Endured injured limbs, bite marks, and a lotta blood loss
Survivor in the waters just to make it back to shore
Sure
I'm patiently waiting for my wages to changing banks
Burning sage to keep the money hungry ghosts at bay
Burning rage
To show these kids that I don't play
Turn the page
See what I can do, I peep my girl like Pervy Sage
Hokage in my blood, I go for blood, the ninja way way way out there
Warfare, war zone, spot check, spot clear
Team wipe, next wave, lock sights, no fear
No tears, man down, rough year, weak legs
Run quick, end's near, war's won, we cheer
I flip on 'em, acrobatic, borderline asthmatic
From my smoking gas habit
Wax, dab it
Got me floating like I'm swinging on a hammock
If only the weed man took debit or credit
Noise I'ma dead it
Gimme credit, forget it
When it feels forced, want you to want it
Not by luck but merit, I'm renting this body a tenant
No David
Dr. Who
Dr. Fuck It
Time lord, to protest with no signs but picket
See the riots, see what's right, who to fight with, I picked it
No strings, no puppet
Competition like the thermostat, I'ma up it
Made for this shit, man, gimme peace, I covet, I'm above it, meh
Gimme peace, man I covet, man, fuck it