Boysenberry Sepsis

(Just not gonna say anything, just make noises) (I love you, Hellboy) (Rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, woo!) (Hellboy) (Let's get it then, well check this out) (We got somebody new) (That shit kinda cool!) Ay, a- a- a- ay! Think I don't give just enough of a fuck Glow like I'm frozen My dosage corrupt Flow like a chosen until I combust Into nothing but dust, my son I don't think you want to press your luck They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust Old game's so corrupt Lotta fans got a fetish for the blood Father figure was a .38 There goes that son of a gun Leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove Pray for a man who won't settle He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle They might pop a little quiеt pill up in his dental They hope you ain't got thе potential to let go And assemble your own end goals So bleed Every last drop of the dream From the throat of some old GOATs No antidote for the soul bloat (Bloody rippin' this motherfuckin' track) (I know it took 'em some time to get on this motherfucker) ('Cause they had to beat bid for this motherfucker) (But yo! Yeah, he amped up on this motherfucker) Ayy, bitches try to Bitches try to (that's pretty cool) Bitches try to hold me by the goatee On my dome piece Like they own me, own me I just feed 'em pepperoni on a hoagie 'til they foamy Back in '03 I was already OG 2014 showed me I can only Proceed in the lonely, as a trophy Think you know me? You a homie? Get you out my situation with a ceremony I give grown men nightmares Call me alimony When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony Feed that bitch some macaroni! Or she'll find me, low key Looking for a pokey Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony While you getting nosey with your cronies When you find out I'll be dead already under six feet of concrete Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience Fuck the meds in my pocket I'mma go off 'em Motherfuckers ain't honest But they really good at shouting Fuck about the commas? Why they living so shallow? Take a look up at the shadow, I- Woke up today and I ain't meditate Now all my demons gon' circle my brain Now all a sudden I hate life Fuck up Out my Damn Sight Hold up for a second 99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch you know We coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow Smile on my face while I'm grippin' on the hatchet Pull my hoodie up, like I'm Jason get to slashin' Choppin' up they limbs, 99 is going batshit East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged 99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand Ready to take your life in the night like I'm Iceman Creepin' out of sight I keep the ratchet in my right hand Paint the walls red I'm the catalyst of violence (That shit went hard, bro) (I like this one) (He like "damn G") ("Where'd you find this?")