Crypt - Devil's Dead lyrics
[Crypt - Devil's Dead lyrics]
Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
You see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish
Spray and pray but you're missing
Every single fucking bullet
Taking shots but you're shooting blanks
You're impotent with your diss
Oh lord this, malnourished bitch is getting
Disorderly like that
Court case in Florida he
Quarreled with his Dad cause he's ornery
He didn't give him his quarterly oral
Scene that he normally skeets
That horror scene of a night
Behind bars humbled you surely
Cause Machine Gun Kelly done bitched
Out in a jail
Nothing short of a normal citizen as
Far as we could tell
All that gangsta persona was nada when
He was in a cell
Guess you're a pop gunner like
That other motherfucker Kells
Digging your own grave thinkin'
You're mining for stones
I guess that's what it's like to peek
(peak) inside the mind of stoner
If it wasn't for Camila or
Khalifa I wouldn't know ya
Let's take it back to the 2012 XXL where
Kells burst on the scene with an odor
You finished second to last in a class that
Had a man blow up off Bologna
Homie, Hopsin should've passed you
The bar cause
It's clear that you didn't own any
Oh shit he's so witty with
The flow spitting dope
16's Loca was a joke more than the bloke
In the video it was so shitty
Yo city cannot not win a motherfuckin'
Thing without Lebron so hold
This L on your way to Hell I don't show pity
Here we are now Colson know
Your boasting's been noted
I've loaded this whole diss it's over
Now the Baker's been toasted
If you go for broke you'll end up
Like the bro that's under your rib
Homeless and hopeless
Next time write your lines and
Don't take Token's shit
Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
(taurus) you see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish
LBJ bumping EM's beat but not
MG's on IG I saw
His rhyme schemes are simple no need
For a temple or thought they all gone
He get's tattoos just to
Remember what they are
Cut off his right arm
He won't be able to get to his lawn
All his fans are trigger happy
Saying that I only rap fast on the beat
Well that's fine by me
'cause the man that you worship at the
Feet got his motherfuckin' name from speed
But y'all just lost in the awe
When I'm dropping all the bars
Rippin' apart all the flaws in his songs
Where to start?
All the syllables he's spitting is
Swindling all you simpletons
Repeating the same disses again
And again at Eminem
They're basic like a white girl with
A chest filled with sillicon
'cause he's impotent at ripping up the
Men that are better than him
I'll sever his head off and bloody
My machette turn his brain
To spaghetti what a mess he
Left us to reminisce in
I'm a premonition of this
Armaggedeon that has risen
In the battle of the devil vs
God the devil never wins
You threaten Eminem the end is evident
A Crypt is where you'll rest
Unless it's with me then the
Rests about to begin
Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
(taurus) you see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
You see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish
Spray and pray but you're missing
Every single fucking bullet
Taking shots but you're shooting blanks
You're impotent with your diss
Oh lord this, malnourished bitch is getting
Disorderly like that
Court case in Florida he
Quarreled with his Dad cause he's ornery
He didn't give him his quarterly oral
Scene that he normally skeets
That horror scene of a night
Behind bars humbled you surely
Cause Machine Gun Kelly done bitched
Out in a jail
Nothing short of a normal citizen as
Far as we could tell
All that gangsta persona was nada when
He was in a cell
Guess you're a pop gunner like
That other motherfucker Kells
Digging your own grave thinkin'
You're mining for stones
I guess that's what it's like to peek
(peak) inside the mind of stoner
If it wasn't for Camila or
Khalifa I wouldn't know ya
Let's take it back to the 2012 XXL where
Kells burst on the scene with an odor
You finished second to last in a class that
Had a man blow up off Bologna
Homie, Hopsin should've passed you
The bar cause
It's clear that you didn't own any
Oh shit he's so witty with
The flow spitting dope
16's Loca was a joke more than the bloke
In the video it was so shitty
Yo city cannot not win a motherfuckin'
Thing without Lebron so hold
This L on your way to Hell I don't show pity
Here we are now Colson know
Your boasting's been noted
I've loaded this whole diss it's over
Now the Baker's been toasted
If you go for broke you'll end up
Like the bro that's under your rib
Homeless and hopeless
Next time write your lines and
Don't take Token's shit
Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
(taurus) you see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish
LBJ bumping EM's beat but not
MG's on IG I saw
His rhyme schemes are simple no need
For a temple or thought they all gone
He get's tattoos just to
Remember what they are
Cut off his right arm
He won't be able to get to his lawn
All his fans are trigger happy
Saying that I only rap fast on the beat
Well that's fine by me
'cause the man that you worship at the
Feet got his motherfuckin' name from speed
But y'all just lost in the awe
When I'm dropping all the bars
Rippin' apart all the flaws in his songs
Where to start?
All the syllables he's spitting is
Swindling all you simpletons
Repeating the same disses again
And again at Eminem
They're basic like a white girl with
A chest filled with sillicon
'cause he's impotent at ripping up the
Men that are better than him
I'll sever his head off and bloody
My machette turn his brain
To spaghetti what a mess he
Left us to reminisce in
I'm a premonition of this
Armaggedeon that has risen
In the battle of the devil vs
God the devil never wins
You threaten Eminem the end is evident
A Crypt is where you'll rest
Unless it's with me then the
Rests about to begin
Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
(taurus) you see my name and aim your
Rage but it's a sure miss ole that shit
Estocada and then make you look foolish