Feast on Hand

Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation Why the fuck I always wanna run for a minute, ay? You ain't lookin' in my eyes, I intimidate Tell you how the fuck it is, whatchu finna say? You gon' walk away, you gon' walk away Bedside head, I get it from yo bitch, yeah East side, west side, trappin' in the daylight Weak mind, free, nah, you a lil' sheep, ah Fecal, please don't fuck around, get shit on Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation Psycho motherfucker, wrong my blood you get that fah, fah, fah Fuck up out my face before I fuck around and pop, pop, pop Pop a motherfucker, rock a motherfucker, uh I'ma cocky motherfucker, watch you motherfuckers fall I'ma dope man wit' a cut on my hand Never wash that blood, boutta pillage yo land Got a feelin' you ain't what you preach to the man You gon' feast on the hand then proceed to complain, uh Boy, could you tell me how to be irrelevant? Grey be the revenant, cut through yo ligament Cut through yo filament, open yo body Proceeded to fillin' it with all my sentiment, uh Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation