Sunshine Christo, SAIBOT, JAY MANTRA - Sewage Smoke lyrics

Lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
Lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
Lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime
Lurk in the daytime, creep in the nighttime

Creep in the night, bitch do you want a fight
I'ma send you high up in the
Sky like a fucking kite going off the rails
They gon' have to cut my mic
All these rappers dick suck cause
They just want some likes
Being myself, I put my own spin on shit
Cut the track like a bitch cut her wrists
Feel like Thanos, I put ice on my fist
Muichiro, I disappear in the mist
AEW bitch, blood and guts
Doing cocaine with a couple sluts
Mask on my facе and mask on my dick
I'm not tryna get AIDS from this bitch
Dirty ass hoe, she got a smеlly fuckin' clit
If I wasn't having sex I'd probably
Feel bad for my dick
Need to drink something, forget about this
Swim in the sewers, bitch I'm dodging sewage
It takes no effort to make music
This shit's real easy, anyone can do it
Creep in the night, bitch do you want a fight
I'ma send you so high up in
The sky like a kite

I creep in the moonlight, my sight don't lie
With Swamp at the greenlight
Rest in the night, now I'm alive
She keep me on her mind
Cast a spell on her, make her mine
I meet shawty at nighttime
Her legs burning in my scythe
Creep in the dark, in the full moon
Lure that bitch in like a raccoon
Vampire smoke till I'm half full
You know I keep the blade too
I hang out in the sewer with the rats
With the Vampire bats, and I'm telling you
You can get whacked
I'm posted with a goth bitch
Getting rich from her mixing my shit

Sweet like a crackhead looking for a fix
All I need is money, money, weed, on my list
Roll my green till my mind forget
Got a Dutch, roll up, smoking like a jet
Pop pills, I don't even check the scripts
So dumb, it's just I'ma take what I get
So dumb, everybody twiddling thumbs
I'ma rock em' in his skull
Till I fracture the bones
Scratching up the record like
I'm mixing the song
And everybody wanna diss till
They're singing along
Sweet like a crackhead looking for a fix
All I need is money, money, weed, on my list
Roll my green till my mind forget
Got a Dutch, roll up, smoking like a jet
Pop pills, I don't even check the scripts
So dumb, it's just I'ma take what I get
So dumb, everybody twiddling thumbs
I'ma rock em' in his skull
Till I fracture the bones
Scratching up the record like
I'm mixing the song
And everybody wanna diss till
They're singing along ay