Hyperstitious

All of you disgust me, I don't give a fuck.

Matter fact don't even discuss me, I'll fuck you up.

Sick of fake typin' hatin' bitin' lame motherfuckers.

Like, you aint really doin' nothin'.

That shit aint enough.

What's really good P? Why the fuck is you askin'?

If I kill you on a live, I'm just tryna tap in.

Layer one lay you flat then.

Paint a picture of the past back when we got away with mayhem and madness.

I aint made man but I made men shit they pants and

Women piss the mattress.

General with the patches.

Skippin' levels like a cheat code with the access.

How the fuck you do that shit?

You don't got the answers.

Thank God just for keeping me alive through the chances.

Always playing with fire but I aint burn my hands yet.

No looking backwards.

Leaving bridges in ashes so you don't try to cross me or you'll sleep with the catfish.

If you hatin' stay on that shit. Don't say you was wrong, too late for that shit.

You can eat the words and a fat dick.

I'm flowin now and don't try to bottle me or tap it.

Probably'll scrap and no apologies after.

Beat a motherfucker down. Beat him down faster.

Beat him down into a pile of wannabe rapper.

That's a beatin' like a heart charged up, no adapter.

Runnin' from the devil and I stay evading capture.

No weapon forged against me succeed.

Any tongue that condemn me shall bleed.

And though they tempt me, got what I need.

All that I want, air that I breathe.

No weapon forged against me succeed.

Any tongue that condemn me shall bleed.

And though they tempt me, got what I need.

All that I want, air that I breathe.

Paul Bilzerian, Pyrit Tate, P. Lopez.

Here in my garage with books and my Delorian.

Flux capacitor, hyper luxe foreign whip.

Drive it time warp quick straight to your coordinates and murder you.

Then I change form metamorphosis so I don't match the witnesses report as they reported it.

I'm gone now because it's off now until it's on again.

Poof I appear, sky clear. Lightning strike you dead.

Central route processor travel through the nebula of phosphorous.

Deliver electrical shocks through it and oxygen.

Put you on your ass that's approximate.

You and living fittin' to be totally opposite.

Really I'm just showin' off with Hiphop and shit.

My creativity is limitless and infinite.

Like a authentic artificial intelligence.

Mentallic.

Dope Lyricist.

Hyperstitionist.

No weapon forged against me succeed.

Any tongue that condemn me shall bleed.

And though they tempt me, got what I need.

All that I want, air that I breathe.

No weapon forged against me succeed.

Any tongue that condemn me shall bleed.

And though they tempt me, got what I need.

All that I want, air that I breathe.