GHOSTEMANE - Scrying Through Shattered Glass lyrics

I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em

I been trippin' off of 25i
Outta my damn mind prefer the Psilocybe
But right now it's hard to find
I spoke to Hermes and he told
Me that I'm doin' fine
Said "Never listen to a
Mothafucka past his prime"
You listen to me but you
Listen with a closed mind
You think that I am the devil
But I just got open eyes
Nobody give a fuck about
Your favorite rapper mane i'm kickin' back
Bumpin' Burzum while he Twitter rages
I'm reppin' Kreep cuz I'm
Never takin' orders mane i cheated death
I suggest you do the very same
I was never nothing everybody
Think I'm something now
Wait, what happened to all the hate?
Listen when I speak
I'm 'bout to drop the knowledge on your plate
Fuck anybody that say you can't do shit
One day they'll be suckin' your dick
Rest in peace Manly P hall
Without you I wouldn't be shit

I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em (Bitch)

I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy
Got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up
Put a price on 'em
I been trippin' off of 25i
Outta my damn mind prefer the Psilocybe
But right now it's hard to find
I spoke to Hermes and he told
Me that I'm doin' fine
Said "Never listen to a
Mothafucka past his prime"
Times changes and the war still wages
But now the enemy isn't the
Blind lovers of Jesus no
We have a new
Equally ignorant foe that pretends
To be godless scribbling six, six
Six just 'cause you like the aesthetic bury
Yourself in the moat
Bury yourself
In the moat enough (Enough, enough)