Bells & Whistles

Blade on my wrist above the sink I've seen it vanish in a blink I'm losing sleep I cannot think I've lost myself I'm on the brink I'm losing blood Left that boy bleeding ran off with his camera I'm gone in a flash abracadabra Whole team on the come up y'all going out sad bruh That's why your punk ass is mad huh Really feel like Da Vinci While smearing the blood my enemies upon the walls of cathedrals God isn't here there's no saving your people I'm watching you with my third eye through the keyhole I keep it straight to the point like a needle No comply stay on the grind why you Feeble You boys all still Weedles I sting like I'm Beedrill I'm ridding your kind of existence like measles Nails in my Patek lost track of the time Your bitch hit my line, your main is a dime She's wet at the sound of my voice when I rhyme She's sucking down dick like it's lemon and lime Feel like dying Feel like crying out Oh no Feel like dying Feel like crying out