St. Angst St.

Welcome to the tortured crooked corridors of Anguish The horrors there enstorred are bordered floor to floor by vanquished I languish inside the hide of pride but I've replaced it With knives inside my sides, my back it doesn't have a place for it I'm facing it! These alleys ain't my allies while my pals and I Can ride and die, but only if we eye to eye, I try die inside But im still kickin, can you vision? NGS ever quitting? I don't think that I could stomach that condition Like Mr. Never Gonna Stop is gonna stop and drop like flamin hots Are burning up the building down til all that's left are cinderblocks And I could drop like all my eyes are full of naught but polka dots And I could piss you off like someone asking for the aux Don't even try to cut me off while I be walkin down these blocks My feet are bleeding through my socks and both my knees are bout to knock I tremble to myself in shock at what I have become I'm not The man I used be, he's been discarded to decay and rot Aint no great place where the Stepping Stones have led me Undead Witch, would take a village to behead me The Witchcraft I spit could have ya crawling on your knees Until they bleed, all the way from here to St. ANGST St. I stalk these crooked halls and every time I fall I caterwaul I'll batter yall, most of yall so fragile I could shatter yall With just a call, my voice can raise the tension up a couple notches Like the way ya balls rise in your stomach when you fuckin vomit I'm like 0 for 50 on my come up as a rap star I go 0 to 60 like a cheetah when my wrath sparks I'll pull over quickly if I see you comin from afar Just to beat your ass, lucky I aint hit you with the car Your look and your demeanor: both have got me actin hella rude I don't even like to fight, but they think imma kill this dude These hoes and snakes can spin a yarn and think that they are Aesop But the only thing in common is the fiction really, BITCH STOP Aint nobody likes you and you burnt your bridge complet-ely Don't come down this street, don't ever even try to speak to me I don't f*ck with liars anymore I'm fuckin over it I wrote Grim before I even met or got to choke the bitch Aint no great place where the Stepping Stones have led me Undead Witch, would take a village to behead me The Witchcraft I spit could have ya crawling on your knees Until they bleed, all the way from here to St. ANGST St. I wanna die. I want my blood to fill the fucking gutters I'll bleed into the streets until your fuckin heads are covered Asphyxiate you with my pain, my ANGST will leave you smothered I'll blow up the neighborhood like bombers undercover I've lost it, im toxic, I'm flawless, psychotic I've come down from the clouds into this hell that I have founded I'm bounded by blood and by mind to St. Angst St. I'm furious, pissed off, perpetually ANGRY Aint no great place where the Stepping Stones have led me Undead Witch, would take a village to behead me The Witchcraft I spit could have ya crawling on your knees Until they bleed, all the way from here to St. ANGST St.