Ghostemane - Scrying Through Shattered Glass lyrics

I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of god in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of god in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on I been trippin' off of 25i outta my damn mind Prefer the psilocybe, but right now it's hard to find I spoke to Hermes and he told me that I'm doin' fine Said never listen to a motherfu*ker past prime You listen to me, but you listen with a closed mind You think that I'm the devil but I just got open eyes Nobody give a f*ck about your favorite rapper, Mane I'm kickin' back, bumpin' Burzum while he Twitter-rages I'm reppin' Kreep cause I'm never taking orders, Mane I cheated death, I suggest you do the very same I was never nothing, everybody think I'm something now. Wait What happened to all the hate? Listen when I speak, I'm 'bout to drop the knowledge on your plate F*ck anybody that say you can't do sh*t One day they'll be su*kin your dick Rest in peace Manly P. Hall Without you, I wouldn't be sh*t I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of god in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of god in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on