(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Open it up, it's Terror and I got a bone to pick
It's the beginning of the end, call it the Chroma Fit
Knuckles bloody from my habits, all the violence
You see me ridin' with my reapers like it's all a myth
Pullin' up with thirteen ghosts all lookin' for a host
Makin' fuck boys float face down in the moat
Boy, I'm puttin' on a show
Recognize the G.O.A.T., puttin' a motherfuckin' knife to your throat
Duality come within, I am death, I am life, I am sin
Said with a grin
My message eternally blessin' your mood (Yeah)
I come from the dirt, so above the— (Yeah, ayy)
Baby Bone, I stand on business, don't get your wig split
Get lit up like Christmas, go swim with the fishes
So sick of these bitches
Black hole where my heart used to sit
World cold as I sit on my throne with a slit on my wrist
I'm alone with the burner
Thinking about certain people that give me a purpose
Ready to push my cap back, is it worth it?
Where will I go? How can I be so certain
You don't know what goes on when the serpents roam
The show's over, the hoes go home
Nobody gives a fuck about your life
Your wife, your kids, you live, you die
You rappers suckin' dick for likes and validation
Made a hundred million out the basement
