Necromalice

I just took a shit up on yo day I'm Yami in the 4th Bring da 4 up to da O I got the glizzy in the tote Boy I'm It so if you clowin on the gang you betta float All black inna spider we be moving phantom troupe Betta get low dick actin anal from the shit show You can't even see my hits like Madara in limbo Throw my homie at you in that water like Kuzenbo If you don't know what grabba is then fuck up off my lingo You get Aero from my Smith now you can't dream on Nightmare nightmare while I'm runnin through ya home I slide for a queen like I'm inna honeycomb If my hands in my pocket leave me tf alone They mommies and they daddies always cheat me on the payday Fuck them broke bitches imma get my money anyways 99 gon never let that cheddar ever runaway Zip of that lava cake bitch I gotta celebrate I look like asta got a devil on my shoulder Bitch it's only 2pm and I already smoked a quarter I'm Mike Tyson how i'm boxing out the kona mane Put it in reverse terry whip around do corner mane 762 rip him open like piñata Hop up in that 2010 and puff that marijuana Whip around the 4 hawkin shit like a piranha D Generation finna tag team ya mama Imma pass this bitch Odi This pack be hittin OD This that sklat only 99 gon keep it lowkey They actin like they know me Lil bitch no one can hold me Blow the fuck up then kill myself when i turn 40 Like i'm radagon Swang until the rat is gone Pistol on my waist I flip it out like it's a balisong Zed gon snuff him at the function that's another rapper gone Roll him in the the blunt dolo face then I ash it dawg 99 the necromancer pulled up with the bag of bones Stats maxed out on the gang we get the bag alone Puffing exotic that I done bought back from the O Bitch the gangy turn a haunted house into a haunted home We storm the dungeon They swarming in by the hundreds That 50 drum gets to bustin They stacking up like it's nothing mane We get the loot Slide our way back to the coupe Duck the feds 99 always gotta stay up on the move Scoping out these pussies mane I feel like Fletcher Cox Imma skrip him he ain't get his quarter back I get the drop I got your shawty in my shotty Zeddy steady flexing cock up on yo bitch I got some Rocawear so I could go and rock a bitch Like i'm radagon Swang until the rat is gone Pistol on my waist I flip it out like it's a balisong Zed gon snuff him at the function that's another rapper gone Roll him in the the blunt dolo face then I ash it dawg Hold up, we gon slide up out the back Call me Saint Nicholas I reach up in my bag Broke his ankles that pussy boy don't know where he at You gon miss me with fu fu I ain't wanting none of that Matter fact Run it back hoe Hit the F5 up on a bitch I break his back bone Slither out the way I make my way up through the back door You could try to replicate But on my mama you will never ever be a sklat tho All my company looks just like me Lost my will and my uniquity Baby there's already poison in the well Stay away ion need tha help 99 already on our the to hell Lost it all I don't know myself Found myself seizing alone in the dark Change of the season the end of an arc All the smoke that i'm seeping hope it fixes my heart Bitch my life got no meaning been alone from the start I watched you walk away when no one else was around Found my comfort in the ounce And now i'm one with the ground Purple in my bloodstream I'm livin the dream it feel like Nobody can touch me But I still feel ugly inside I'm in the woods rollin woods Bitch im feelin good Yesterday I smoked about a zip because i could Pass me the fucking dutch Imma just take that lil bitch to the face I don threw the key away When I don slipped into the grave Fighting my conscience I watch it all burn Odds with myself I'm only makin shit worse Bitch my chop sound like shakira It go lelolelole Imma pull my mask up bitch 99 finna come and fucking spray at where they lay