Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NEZZY
Performer
Hobgoblin
Performer
Tanner Slade Nesbit
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Slade Nesbit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hobgoblin
Producer
Trevor DeBlase
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
the wicked cracker
underneath the cloak i keep a dagger
i eat a rappers like worms in a cadaver
cleaned my act up, now im back on bull shit
feel like the pen possess powers when i hold it
was chosen, the vessel i am one with the ocean
ring camera, got motion
punched in and it left me with a swollen fist
killed the beat then i sent my condolences
to Hobgoblin, nez a beast you can't stop him
MONSTA, loch nezz creeping in the water
slaughter, rap game jeffery dahmer
done told y'all, im the don, the godfather
how bout ya, pucker up, kiss the ring
dripped in bling, it's the infamous regime
always a joker in the deck trynna trick the king
its sickening, brewed a plot now it's thickening
can't clip these wings
on a freak of nature, demon slayer
robbed a bakery and got my cake up
i was told i broke the mold when i met my maker
russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
i'm batshit like bruce wayne
dropping a deuce mane
there's more than one
screw loose in this fools brain
rhyming till i'm fucking blue in the face
looser than change
a brute who abusing his strength
my raps so clean they sanitize the microphone
the lights are on but ain't a soul inside the home
i'm working my fingers right to the bone
writing a poem
temper shorter than the size of a gnome
carved a path and i'll hike it alone
time to separate the real from the fake
like lice with a comb
all need is my wife fuck these trifling ass hoes
when I pick up the mic, I recite from the soul
deciphered the code
this for all the nights i was lying on foam
tally marking each day till i was finally home
trynna pick up the pieces like im mining for coal
cuz my heart broke
hearing grams cry thru the phone
what have I done, son of a gun
feel like im trapped in a submarine
and a leak just sprung
10 toes till my feet go numb
I just finessed the gatekeeper
out the keys to the kingdom
read it and weep son, i feast on, these beats
and every track my superpowers increase
the mad scientist, i got it down to a T
down to the last piece
the puzzle now complete
my art official, i'm hard, you brittle
momentum like a charging missile
i'm far from dismal
i drive a hard bargain
ill get in my car and hit you
then carve initials into ya skull
& let y'all pick apart the riddle
if it start to drizzle on my parade
fuck it, we celebrate, the funkiest renegade
took a paper towel
and wiped down a clean slate
i'm the king of my castle if im being frank
the punisher with capital P
the bastard slash master of ceremonies
y'all faker than oregano leaves in a bag of weed
i'm like necron before he converted to peace
Written by: Tanner Slade Nesbit