Spit Fangs

Walk in the room and like I broke out of Arkham Pants sag, grin, crack, straight like a Martian My brain's been evicted, now I rent space in coffins Talkin' back, I turn the beat to a fuckin' problem I ain't sleppin' a week, just dreams of some vengeance Writin' in my blood like, f*ck your repentance I don't need no fuckin' gimmicks, no gimmies Or no trends Give me a mic and a coffin, room full of men You rap like TikTok, I rap like witch hunts Snap like rubber bands, wrap around with six blunts Venom in my ink with a hook shaped like hatchets Spit in your booth and leave tracks in your casket Spit fangs, rip brains, piss on your name tag Talk slick, I'll carve bars inside your face mask Say it with your chest, I'll respond with a war chant I don't like to rap, I'll drag beats in a body bag White tees, bloodstains, blueprints on your fan base I'll just break these mics, caught them cheating on my mixtape Yeah, you want smoke, I'm nicotine, fire propane I don't drop verses, I unload my whole brain I don't punch in, no, I punch out teeth You rhyme life with strife, I'll rhyme knife with bleed Every bar is a crime scene, every beat is a chalk line Every flow so raw, I know my mic needs a blood type I grew up with the wolves who smile just through the stitches Now I'm in the booth doin' dead men business Half of you rappers, you ain't rappin, you wishin I'll bring hell in a verse, I'll bring you filters and gimmicks And I don't need repetition and just a bag full of trinkets I let it all unload till they sit and just drink it Gulpin' down the trauma unlike it's wine from a chalice And every verse that I spit got this membrane imbalance I don't do these fuckin' hooks, I cast spells in the basement Voodooin' verses and then I sell them on pavement Knives in my words and bats lay in my attic Still calmer than the rappers who just beggin' for static Spit fangs, rip brains, piss on your name tag Talk slick, I'll carve bars inside your face mask Say it with your chest, I'll respond with a war chant I don't like to rap, I'll drag beats in a body bag White tees, bloodstains, blueprints on your fan base I'll just break these mics, caught them cheatin' on my mixtape Yeah, you want smoke, I'm nicotine, fire propane I don't drop verses, I unload my whole brain I'm the voice in your fridge when the light flicks off And I'm the glitch in your Twitch when the Wi-Fi's lost I'm the scream in the background of your meditation nap I'm the wait, what was that before it fades to black I've been blacked out, cracked out, laughed out loud Had dreams where I'm scalpin' soundcloud clowns Woke up with a pen with vendetta Size of the hole that I dug for every doubter alive I don't shoot shots, I fire full artillery Write so hard, you know my bars need disability I'm not deep, I'm disturbingly honest Talk slick, and you know I'll just remix your logic I'm the bouncer at the gates of your motherfuckin' conscience There's no guest list, just fists, know that I'm tossin I write, pain in uppercase, and I underline, kill you Write tweets about deals while I write wills Spit fangs, rip brains, piss on your name tag Talk slick, I'll carve bars inside your face mask Say it with your chest, I'll respond with a war chant I don't like to rap, I'll drag beats in a body bag White tee, bloodstains, blueprints on your fanbase I'll just break these mics, call them cheating on my mixtape Yeah, you want smoke, I'm nicotine, fire propane I don't drop Versus, I unload my whole brain