Cursed Flow

Coming from the cauldron

Rest in pieces Up in trances

Hold the discus cut the pieces

Drained the body whos the missing

Caught the game and ran the train

We Pulled the knife to cut the same

I hold the cloud it's all the pain

But motherfucker who's to blame

Okay

Blurry all the faces

Congregation

Told the same

Separation

It's the sorrow

Obligation

Who's to say it

When I'm hating

All the Groupies

Missing blurry

Dirty jury

Out the subi

Fuck around but bitch you know I had To say it

Always been the type

To neva really give a fuck

If he wanna act tough

Ima have to shoot him up

Killing everybody then I smoke em ina Blunt bitch

My flow a volcano

I'll make that shit go erupt

Talking all that shit so I had to get Critical

Left his body terminal

Now his momma miserable

Acting very tough but we know that It's fictional

Got my hand on the pistol bro

Hoping that you die slow

Dirty mothafucka

Dirty money what I make

I be Swervin mothafuckas

Take my hunnids out the bank

Sipping bourbon Smokin dank

Bridges burnt and then I sank

Fuck em all I don't need anybody

I just need my blade

& Bitch I ain't a fiend

I just like to get fucked up

So wassup blade on me

Incase I get snuck up

My lungs fucked

Every morning rollin a blunt up

The blood dump quick

When a pussy boi run up