Mortifying

[Intro] My son Jack His future is so black He has no ambition He likes swimmin' and fishin' He simply drives me wild! [Verse 1: JakProgresso] Yeah, came here to do this sweet 16 (Fuck it up) You know what I'm sayin', at duetings and shit (Arms out) Talent shows, yo You all gonna hate this Slumber Party Massacre, this shit is campy Crawlin' to dry land beach, acidics and speed I'm with Syd and Nancy (word), some off my head for this I'm bored and dead for it (Ohh) I wrote this shit, real quick in the back of Ted Bundy's, death warrant (Nah) Art donated in place, of a spleen damage I dropped the tabs in the juiced orange, it's the speed tablets (Gloop, gloop, gloop) Up scorchin' in Hellfire, aura fryin' The scene is mortifyin' (uh!), horrors dyin' Portals widen, in my crib, on some Coraline shit (Ahh) Rob the peanut, snatch the blue blanket off of Linus I haven't talked to my shrink, I've been off in psychics Kill, Torture, Bind kids (Uegh) Invade a home, fall sleep and get caught inside it (Uh?) I'll make a corpse look alive (uh?), move its arms and talk behind it (Mah, mah, mah, mah) Smokin' moss, crossin' hybrids, authorisin' (Ahh) Crescent red sun, inverted, cross behind it Offer my shit, I offer kindness Yeah [Verse 2: Dark Lo] Damn! Eat your kindness for weakness (He did!) I took him on the road then blew his brains on his sneakers (Blaow!) They had Lo playin', then it blew out they speakers (It blew!) I was just sayin' the fast sweep, I hope it don't reach us (I hope!) You was stuck on the bleachers (hahaha), I was in the field (I was!) I pray my brother make it home, he on his third appeal (I pray!) I smack a smile off your face then ask you how it feel (Punk nigga!) Stuff a AK and brick, in a Caddy grill (In the truck!) Your wife is daddy's girl (She mine!) My robe is silk (Look at me!) I'm zoned out bangin' Toadmilk (Aymilk!) Totin' your folks, your name is dragged in filth (It's dirty!) Dragon fire when it come to bars, I got it sealed (I got it!) He wanna rap beef, I want him dead, I got him killed (Punk ya!) [Verse 3: RJ PAYNE] PAYNE I catch bodies, I don't spare suckas Nigga, the inf' beam is Lil' Yachty hair color I keep the stick, I'm African, that's the spear chucker Bullets put the squeeze on a hater, now that's the bear hugger I don't even need to be, I let the heater speak Banana clip'll split your pineapple; that's Tahitian treat Grind 24 hours, I ain't sleep in weeks Meet the beast, bullets ghost ride yo' whip, keep the sneak I came to get busy them niggas wake up I'mma leave here smilin' like Diddy after the break up Gillie is the king of my city but, nigga, straight up I'm a barber with the bars, who starvin' to get a shape up, huh? When I tell you I'm a vet, it is not a lie Biggie Smalls said it best; somebody gotta die I murdered the Top 10, then the Bottom 5 Nigga, this is homicide, that's my kinda job PAYNE [Verse 4: Tristate] I got my eye on the Fetty Wap like Dread from Belly, ahk (Gua-guap) You niggas nosy as a Neti Pot, Desi cocked (Tsk-tsk) Semi-auto audio, audible swag run up your cardio They got yo' people chasin' a bag I let the MAC blast (grrah), tear off your mask then hit the lab Mix the Rémy in gun powder, murder the pen and pad Snort a line o' ether, shed light on yo' demonic features They say the blade work nice (phew, phew), I slice the Reaper like the beaker (Uh) Inhale thick smoke, the needle broke Unload the number 2 lead with evil quotes Bitch, I'm icin' up Strapped with a few explosive devices To Twitter bond your presi for his middle age crisis Hah [Verse 5: Benny the Butcher] Yeah The Butcher comin', nigga! Yeah, look We was snatchin' food from under bunks All y'all niggas want is blunts I just stuffed the trunk with a hundred months (Ah) All my shooter guns is sparkin' (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot), they tell me be humble but .30 in the glove compartment is what I call a number crunch (Ay) Is Glocks around my crib, I got boxes 'round my crib (Nigga) Look like I just moved in (nah), I set up shop around my crib They come and cop, the fiends might get stopped around my crib (Shit hot, huh?) Got the heads up on a raid, I moved the block up out my crib (Yeah) I had to grind hard then, now, I grind hard still The difference is, these racks clean, they got the Pinesol smell (Hahaha) I was a free man, and couldn't get my mind off jail (Damn!) Institutionalized by laws, and 'em iron bar cells, huh (Hm) I strictly ride with hustlers, we smoke $50 Dutches Brought my team back a brick, my bitch Balenciaga runners, uh (Ah) Had to watch these snitches, they'll trick me out my Summer (Ah) I'm eatin', that's why my line busy when she dial my number (Uh) Yeah, you know it's fuck the feds, huh (fuck the feds), tell 'em to catch me (Come get me!) El Plugger, they gon' think you lyin' if you tell 'em you met me The Butcher, nigga, ay Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 6: Conway the Machine] Yeah I put a shit bag on you, the Fifth blast on you (Boom, boom, boom!) For thinkin' that it wasn't gon' get bad for you (Shit gettin' bad, nigga) Two to the back o' your head, I did that for you You ain't feel nothin' when I pushed your shit back for you (Hahahaha!) Put the powder in the pot, I'mma whip that oil (Whip up) You can't cook? Have somebody whip that batch for you (Whip that shit, boy) I just want a thousand birds and a bitch that's loyal (Uh-huh) Dope stashed in the wall so long the shit had spoiled (Hah) I don't ask for help Because the nigga that helped you can't wait to tell everybody he did that for you (Talk to 'em!) Uh, I told you I'm one o' the best (Cap) Get pumped with the TEC, knockin' chunks out yo' flesh (Boom, boom, boom!) Yes, I'm from the hood where the yay sold AK to the face, nigga, the casket gotta stay closed (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) My nigga just got out, he still rockin' his state clothes (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Goin' to collect, if you owe him then you next, pussy (Boom, boom, boom!)