I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL MY SOUL (Remastered)
[Verse 1: Violent Remark]
Wrist work, bleeding hurt, using blades to dispose trash
Panic room, on some shrooms, blades to end you in a flash
Dick in your bitch, yuh, call me with a choppa bitch
Don’t call me with that dry shit, I'm onto some other shit
On the run, trap it up, bring that shit and pack it up
No screw up, we got a cleaver just in case you fuck it up
Runnin’ over, smoking sober, drunk as fuck when in my Rover
Piling corpses up like Tetris, ain’t no stoppin’ this blood lover
[Chorus: Violent Remark]
I was supposed to sell my soul, but i had a knife on me
Was supposed to be bent, but yo girl finished the D
Satan in my veins, give the karambit and smoking dope
VR666, slang on my blade like you’re an antelope
[Verse 2: S1lverballer]
Got him on my sight, this shooter ‘bout to losе his sight
Sent so many to Satan’s lap, I can’t tell if I’m right
Money wirеd, won’t stop, extra stuff, post the shot
Hurt harder than your neck before your corpse dropped
Run slowly, look at me despite your eyes being sore
Red liquid crawls down ‘til it splashes on the floor
Did it hurt to me? Tell me, did it hurt to you? I’m sorry
It’s just a contract, maybe it is your fault for being so fucking sloppy (How about that?)
[Verse 3: Violent Remark]
Ayy, shut the fuck up and bow down to your master
Y'all niggas sold ya souls like Lady Gaga
I hit that bitch like a fucking piñata
I got Glockies and I ain't scared to shoot ya
Ayy, all of you niggas my slaves
Ayy, I put you all in my grave
Ayy, bitch get the fuck out my face
I put yo head into a microwave
Throw it up, beat her up, drink it up, fuck ‘em up, I beat my bitch harder than Miley Cyrus
Run it up, fuck it up, run it up, fuck it up, fuck with me, yo body catching a virus
Ayy, these pussy niggas be biased
I might start a riot, i might cause a crisis
Bitch, i be soulless, my bars blow like Isis
My gang go violent, my gang really lifeless
Y'all thought that I was gon' redo this verse? Nigga, you be dead wrong, nigga I'm just that goated
I keep the rocket launcher in the back of my body, nigga, keep that shit locked and loaded
These niggas faking they status online, you be scared to hold up that Draco you be toting
I keep it real, I ain't done told a lie, while these niggas snakes and they rats, what they told ‘em
Kill a nigga if I say so
Always gotta keep it lay low
Fuck the industry, a new blow
I don’t trust niggas, they too damn slow
All this bands on me i really gotta blow
Up in the stu, I ain't getting no sleep
Fuck the rap game, it’s only me
Better watch out for this nigga, ‘cause I'm finna catch me a body, my gang finna feast