Grey Matter

You don’t wanna play chicken with a slaughterer
I’m quick to leave you tortured 'til your ligaments have fallen off of your body
This is not that Horrorcore you’re used to
Blessed by the legends and I’m offing off the new school
If you’re corny in the booth, I’m stomping you with new shoes
Suspect rappers should be walking in a tutu
My raps make cats nauseous and attract carnage
Lock a rapper in my torture chamber, that’s a Trap artist
You do not want it, I’m watching on the proud stalking
Soon as you make to the top? You’ll get dropped off it
Bodies on top of bodies like I stock coffins
Son I’m sickening, fuck a Dunder Mifflin, Hll is my office
Soon as your spirit flees, I’m making it mine
Becaus time is of the essence and I’m wasting no time
Underestimating my grind? I’ll make them rewind
Like a head transplant, I’ll be changing your mind
No time for wasting, my pen is leaving shell cases
Like a fully automatic, I’m mad that the crowd’s waiting
Static, I drown patients, still forming the foundation
Spitting ammo on the page, better man your battle stations
Bringing fire so hot they call me the son of Satan
Hit the floor to the morgue, prepare for your cremation
Total obliteration, I’m loco, my reputation
As an older kid is Jason without a masked invasion
Body counts are racing to a permanent vacation
Since death is what you face, I need total cooperation
Blazing the confrontation that’s leaving in amputation
For you to make it out alive, survival’s your motivation
Total elimination, I’ll cripple whoever’s waiting
Tear the skull off your shoulders, I’m crazy, a mental patient
Psych Ward’s finest, so mind us, whoever’s hating
So for me to get ahead, I bring total decapitation