[Verse 1: King Iso]
I woke up my soul cold and spiteful
With a boatload of .44s and rifles
These hoes know I'm idle
And I'm so close to so go and psycho
I felt like it was written before it happened man no holy bible
More dro and torch coke shall I go
I snort more and smoke more get high bro with so-so delightful
I keep slamming beers like I'm Hulk Hogan I know
So hold on to your soles there's no hope for Iso
Half of the time I'm drunk driving with a gun by em like fuck rhyming
Done trying, takin' all of my medication and combined em
Those sirens got me all paranoid like I'm confined and
Fuck life till its life in solitary where I'm confined in
Not really too surprising
When you think about stuff I've been through
I've been booze I'm fucked up yeah I'm just like em
Who wanna fill a pool up with some booze homie then just die then
You got a couple screws loose like who? Me? well come try then
Sipping liquor out the gold bottle
Never could I be a role model
And I pack a pistol when they hold hollows
Put it your bitches lips no mano
She be sucking a dick then she gon swallow
Took a couple pictures but she no model
Pick her up and then I hit the ol' throttle
With a bumper sticker that say don't follow
I'm so goddamn brainsick my n***a on my mama
With my right hand in the courtroom up like please your honor
Man these other n***as is cartoons but I'm really bonkers
Getting head in the dressing room by a bad bitch up back yonkers
Yacka if a n***a really wanna play ima hit em with the yappa
Blacka blacka till your whole block up
Think they gonna tell put a n***a in lock up
In all black like fill him at the opera
You n***a not about ta fill the mop up
Get you n***as washed up and if he at a opera
Like n***a watch the hop scone I will not run
Pack my shotgun got a album and I will kill you n***as
But the ones that's poppin bullshit and they just don't get the picture
If a n***a really want a problem with a n***a then I really gotta put a n***a in the river
Now that's my tale of the boogeyman I wish one of you n***as got a swisher
[Verse 2: Synful Harmony]
I can do one of two things
I can speak or let the devil beneath
Unleash the beast on these streets
Believe or one of these beats for free
Cut my wrist he bleed promethazine he sleep
Unconscious here we creep
Side fall black we reap
Wish both of dust we sweep
Kerosene we keep, got lean for cheap
Artillery we thief, beheaded me you think
Can't fuck with me you see
My arithmetic and my current situation is hard
Mathematical flow feeling like I'm spitting all these bars
Cause I'm barred up, in my mind times is only lost
Am I final devils here you can hear him cross
Blacka blacka double O deuce once of my friends is missing again
Chopping them up at a couple of rails
Looking at them sin the devil within
Look at your bitch you wanna be friends
Ima give her a gin and then I'm gonna grin
Animalistic when I get in, pull 90 pushing her and her friend
Heart throbbing while the bullets
They pumping the pump up into the chest
They gunning for whoever's next
And I'm living at the bottom of the barrel
With all the automatic weapons believe I can cut it up and put it on 100 the table
And no i dont mean the hydro premo under the table
Ice coming in pulling the liquor taking a dab
These mics going in 24/7 up in the lab
Look at his face, why you mad? I'm tryna make this outta nothing
Deep in me breaking bad sniffing the coke sipping the act
Feeling the smoke getting it back
Cracking the throat the crucifix mad
The father of this is Lucifer's dad
Envision my pain bright in my name
Inside of his brain is calling my name from the sucking the vein
I move with the cane body you hear the strength
The boogeyman winks continue the reign
He's taking my soul delivering me dead
I'm cutting my throat it better be red
It cannot control the level of souls
The boogeyman holds inside of his bed
Better believe I'm one of the best
Nevertheless can I confess
I should suppress all of the rest
And continue the test that I'm one of the only ones left