Demonic Duet

I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game Word wizardry will paint a picture deep in your brain frame My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane The sky is all I see sitting on an ocean of dream Built off of rain going to connect to rivers and streams Conduit about to bring water to this continent Drink it up let the sinners wash in it Too much pride like Walter White Never took a handout even if it was from family I'm good rather sleep on the street than have to ask twice Put your hands on me and lose your life Even if I'm asleep I'm faster with the knife Clay pigeons and men blue eyed and inbred aim is built in Never think about losing I only play to win Sometimes I'm surprised but usually it is them My baby son died in a gang hit So, I draped him all wearing Versace diamond rings has drip drip As they lowered his dead baby body into the casket Then the casket to the ground He never even made a sound Coffin so expensive you couldn't even afford a single board Gotta keep the clout go talk shit on SoundCloud and Instagram That's what important keep your ego in mind Levitate over the dumb shit Think a little higher (What the hell is this) Numb to the petty shit resolve When I aim which is only after I rigged the game to win Casket had to be closed because his face was blown But hit fit was designer hand sewn F*ck you I'll kill you I'm in your head got to kill yourself I will Do it