Envy (feat. Empty Sentiment)

I'm the bastard who's after your accolades Spat congratulations, saying left a bullshit after taste Tension high as opera singer's frequencies that shatter plates Huh, shove my knuckles through the same gap that the laughter came Pass the cane/Cain I'm not able/Abel to see the impressive factor Stingy giving props, tick me off the list of benefactors Huh What the f*ck mean I'm jealous Adders slither through the overgrowth I, play with matchsticks in the pastures Burn me, nigga, take me straight to Salem, death is heaven sent Rather bite the bullet than be put where envy tends to vent Strip my bluffs and f*ck 'em like the clubs where plenty twenties spent Excelling next to me, you get a mouth of empty sentiment Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer weekend Puddled blood appears your stomach weakens Pummel peons broke a couple teeth to comfort demons It's unbelievable I, choke my mind, delete my being Every time I run a beating I get so envious Every time I run a beating I get so envious Anxious in this state I panic, rancid in my acid sage Entranced, faded, while erratic in the manic phase I go insane when I'm alone, myself and my brain Have to kill my thoughts, inferno upon the canna Evaporate like I'm Gallifrey Cellos cry for the lost talent Lost balance, fall and shatter my jaw Can't talk now it's one o'clock And sirens are spitting their soft ballads, lulling me My body finds itself at the landing of tall mountains In the shadow of a boulder face Burn a couple bridges just to show they can't support the weight F*ck 'em Empty shipping wooden coffins out from Birnam straight to Dunsinane Burn em with the Bunsen, Ga My cup of blood sweat and tears is your beverage shade Envy crept in easy as the fucking edges on a blade cut My smile so rusty, getting tetanus from a gaze, f*ck Being less cause terror like a single mother's pay cut Take up the mantle of the handle bar gripper Lemme gather all your victories I'm spiteful of and cycle through Pastor said don't covet but right now I'm finna light the crucifix up/fix up My own mind my own shit like the idle do Eyes are glued To heights that you Climbed up to Devised a fool proof scheme to Always feel like I'm the su-perior I lie to you To me, I brag that i could do it Act like clad in rags, hold cocktails Violent like a pyro's booze Well f*ck I'm tired too I'm breaking/braking, check tyre marks Just want at least equality, this shit would even tire Marx Animal for damaged pride, more musk than the entire ark If scavenging for self esteem ain't work why don't I try a carcass Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer weekend Puddled blood appears your stomach weakens Pummel peons broke a couple teeth to comfort demons It's unbelievable I, choke my mind, delete my being Every time I run a beating I get so envious Every time I run a beating I get so envious