Pouya - d**h by Dishonor lyrics

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE] I'ma bout to put a hurtin' on a b**h soul We take a eighth of psilocybe let it all go Stuck in the middle of the earth It ain't ethereal I'ma bout to take a little trip and never come home She dug a knife up in my chest till the blood flow I'd rather lick it off swallow every drop, oh Everybody thinking im the devil but im really woke By woke I'm not susceptible to brain control but i know that She tied up in the [?] make me wanna tell [?] I Sick of putting it in my mouth just saying f** it I I'm done I know i never be the one to say the devil won If a one mage ever got tired [?] When im done i really wanna take a dive in the lake and Say goodbye to everything [Verse 2: SHAKEWELL] f** a halo, keep a heater with you Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you Even bloody red really ain't an issue Think his auntie said "Get that b**h a tissue," Heard his army mad I could give a f** All my compas pulling up in armored trucks You be talking Migos, but they one of us Hit a fifty cell, really on the plug Just another day in the 6-1-4 Not ? talking Mexico Chopping up the kilo then we slitting throats Trap be in the kitchen cooking up my goat No that ain't not slang for a f**ing pack Even if it was boy you couldn't cap Even if you did it'd hit you with the tax Shout out all my homie, made a mill off wax [Verse 3: Pouya] Yuh, yuh, ay d**h By Dishonor You crossed the wrong one You weak and push back Underground Underdog Need ten flat to be in the same room Pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth f** whatcha heard Baby having a round Po-po 'round We need a moment of silence Running from the piece to get away from the sirens Ain't a damn thing change Yo we love the violence Baby Bone, I'm an animal Made a hundred thousand racks off the seminal Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal Got a b**h right off the banana boat Shakewell, made bells, hit cells Send a rapper to hell Broke a** rappers Man, they want me to fail I made all the right moves I'm never taking an L [Verse 4: Erick The Architect] Yeah, Yeah Usually I would just make the decision to k** em [?] when you want the ceiling Will he ever give a dividend again I'm moving diligent This independent mane I'm [?] with dank I'm on a bigger rank I thank the lord for every saint I can't describe a cannibal I eat a rapper chapter one I get up on you read you like a palm sh** is sticky since I got a system I'm a k**er, making million off of this That's how deep the [?] coffin is So all my villains break the law to this Pray the lord forgives a kid with confidence I count the commas for my sons in orphanage I'm bringing all them in till we mob again There's no bargaining so quit arguing