my presence brings loathing (lyrics in desc.)
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prod wxrst -lyrics- I’ve been a bastard, maskin my pain and the hardships/ I think I’m a pro at this shit/ Live faster, drugs they help me repent/ Quick, im boutta fly right past ya/ Fantasize about the click of the weapon/ I’m just waiting for someone to talk/ Fuck all that internet beef when I see em in person I’ll leave em outlined in chalk/ I can’t go out like a hoe/ But im ready for my death, im soon to write a note/ Notice that I never gave a fuck/ My presence heat it up, but you’ll need a coat/ Cold wit it/ Got a nina, takin souls wit it/ It’s a cold world do some soul searching, we ain’t all perfect/ Living right prolly agin worth it, so fuck it/ Imma do bad bad thangs/ Fuck up my health, prolly pour up my pain/ Do that shit everyday now I’m going insane I told you, I’m not the one to be saved, fuck/ Say it again for the ones in the back, don’t follow my footsteps, ‘less you wanna die lit/ I’m a tyrant, rvman been taking over shit there’s no use in hiding/ Come take a trip to my side/ 314 get it done, got a 187 it’s all on ya bro block/ Left him on his back facing toward the sun/ Bleeding out it’s that time of the month, just checked my account got more than my ops/ How they gon say that I fell off?/ When every track I drop, ain’t been a flop/ I got 2 accounts that could show for it, had to pull some tracks all up outta storage/ Fuck the code, bitch this ain’t Morse/ Fighting dirty, blast, till his body porous/ Hold up, I’m seeing thru em just like some glass/ Absorbing these bullets, no need for casts/ His soul is floating but his body is stuck in the grass/ Going nowhere cause you stuck in the past/ Go step outside/ It be the ones that’s talking the most trash, that’s always chronically online/ Logging off they feel threatened/ Screaming at the screen, think a keyboard is a weapon/ Wait till they in my session, im finna drop everything and treat it like it’s tekken/