UnderWorld Flow

It's Smith, and I ain't talkin' will But I'm ill to the mic that I'm about to kill It get real underground, ain't no play around Demon sounds, every time you look around You hear us Now we lookin' for a soul to feast We bring the heat, out the cage F*ck out the way, you in the way You die today, Ya Head a softball And I'ma bring a bat to play I'll smash your face, any every type of way Comin' out the fire, I bring the rage Like gas, I'ma give this pump sqeeze And turn your bowel movements to the color Cheese I'm strange, better know your lane F*ck the fame, I'm hell bound Why would I change a Dark smith Son of a Abaddon, underground reaper Somethin' I can teach ya And it's fear up front, pistol grip pump Playin' with your organs, I ain't talkin' key Bitch please', they gon' leave a note for me The torture thee, I'm underneath the rip Ya Spline is Dark Smith