Misery

[Intro: Candyman] "Be my victim!" [Verse 1: Ransom] The wordsmith with absurd gifts I used to serve bricks, now I get paid when these words flip This thing I love that started from the mud making nerds rich It’s academic, but when rap invented this word snitch, we deserve this It’s worthless, put pain on your browser so when you search this The earth shift, the kiss of death, here’s the reaper to flirt with I need Bieber to verse with, I put out hits and leave when the hеarse split Get put out quick and heavеd in the dirt ditch Yeah, I can see you ain’t worth shit Paid in full, still can’t believe when they murked Mitch I’m ice cold, could never be sunny reading the first script Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitched Yeah, you fuck with me, you’re already screwed A deadly dude, ain’t feeling you niggas, just think of Terry Crews A petty dude, I shoot for the stars, whoever said he’d lose I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye, that’s how this fetti move It’s war, nigga, best believe that it’s war, nigga Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, nigga You don’t believe me, then draw, nigga Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, nigga Pause nigga, washing these sins away when I pour liquor Poor nigga, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, nigga Randy Nichols as Candyman You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo, anonymous shooter sending me slugs Times in my life, I ain’t even know who my enemies was Now they’re all in memory of I’m by myself, I refuse to be the company misery loves Plotting schemes, got confidential exotic dreams I’m a king and I done been through a lot of things Rats put my kinfolk inside a bing Niggas let the bugs in like an open window without a screen Not a thing, I’m dodging informants On tour, shit, I was performing with five different warrants Helped guys provide for their daughters Still they burn bridges like know how to survive underwater Eating like it’s some kind of disorder Gained a homicidal aura from monetizing the corners Counting money since 5 in the morning It took 23 hours to count it, remind me of driving to Florida I’m quiet, not a dominant talker Forgive me Father, one time, I prayed to God for a silent revolver Huh, wished that I was a goner Instead, I’m in a thousand-dollar robe sitting inside of a sauna Trust!