Hell's Carol

Bitch, I am on ten, this ain't no game

I'm not your fan

You should know, Hop's back in here

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually

These **** can't pull off

What I do up in this booth

I am too rude when I intrude on you

Don't act like you never knew, homie

I spent most of my life tryna get here

Do not get near, you gon' feel fear

In it's worst form

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you

Murder

Straight out the insane asylum

What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it

Say goodbye to any **** you was vibin' with

I fucking hate the climate

I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise

Y'all can never slay Goliath

I've been taking rappers and creating diets

Now they on the 'gram tryna make it private

Hoping I don't put them in a bad position

They've been praying, I don't ever catch 'em slippin'

You could build a buzz rappin' sick shit

But you better not come around me, I can differ, bitch

I've been lost on the path of sinnin'

I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness, sorry

Keep your mind out my bag of business

Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh, no)

Ain't give a fuck, adrenaline rush (No pro)

When hitting 'em up, you **** are lunch (For sure)

A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know)

They feelin' in love, my menacing touch

I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me

I am openly a cunt to 'em

See if I enroll the D, I am gon' unleash a giant load of cream onto 'em

Look, I ain't a typical **** you dealin' with

This shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)

I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a

Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a phenomenon, no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song

I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah)

Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted

But is it enough, is it enough?

You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal

Dropping classics again, wrecking on you, damn it man

Get the body bag, there is too much madness at hand, waitin' on you

KOin' **** with the blow, suck my dick under the mistletoe

Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both

This is Sick Mode level, Travis isn't getting on because

Bitch, I am on ten, this ain't no game

I'm not your fan

You should know, Hop's back in here

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually

These **** can't pull off

What I do up in this booth

I am too rude when I intrude on you

Don't act like you never knew, homie

I spent most of my life tryna get here

Do not get near, you gon' feel fear

In it's worst form

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you