[Intro: PEZ]
Uh
Forthwrite
Antiheroes, check it
[Verse 1: Lee Scott]
I may talk like my brain’s warped
But I could step at any session and end it with a [?]
This ain't no game, sport, and if it is
We're not playin' on the same court, I said with no heart
I could make war with Bogart so don’t start
Ho, I stay spaced, when your show starts
I throw darts at your game face, yo
My mind’s a plain waste, I’m too hungry to say grace
Keep your prayers for passion meals, I eat scraps
Beneath the stairs in a cheap flat in Castlefields
Don’t even speak back, I plan to steal
Everything, from your tracky to the medicine in this baggie
Harass me, now the cyanide in your brandy
You call me a bastard and I reply with “Exactly”
The formula of a nasty accident
Awaitin' to happen and I’m laughin', embracin' it
The look on my fuckin' face is sick, whatever’s comin'
I’m awaitin' it, no pressure’s runnin' through my brain and shit
I mainly sit and chill, spittin' ill rhymes
Bars upon bars about how ill his rhymes are
And I charge for ‘em now, for each verse I want a car and a house
And I ain’t sold shit, Antiheroes
Broke kids with platinum egos
I roll thick when alone, stoned with a whole clip in [?]
Uh
Forthwrite
Antiheroes, check it
[Verse 1: Lee Scott]
I may talk like my brain’s warped
But I could step at any session and end it with a [?]
This ain't no game, sport, and if it is
We're not playin' on the same court, I said with no heart
I could make war with Bogart so don’t start
Ho, I stay spaced, when your show starts
I throw darts at your game face, yo
My mind’s a plain waste, I’m too hungry to say grace
Keep your prayers for passion meals, I eat scraps
Beneath the stairs in a cheap flat in Castlefields
Don’t even speak back, I plan to steal
Everything, from your tracky to the medicine in this baggie
Harass me, now the cyanide in your brandy
You call me a bastard and I reply with “Exactly”
The formula of a nasty accident
Awaitin' to happen and I’m laughin', embracin' it
The look on my fuckin' face is sick, whatever’s comin'
I’m awaitin' it, no pressure’s runnin' through my brain and shit
I mainly sit and chill, spittin' ill rhymes
Bars upon bars about how ill his rhymes are
And I charge for ‘em now, for each verse I want a car and a house
And I ain’t sold shit, Antiheroes
Broke kids with platinum egos
I roll thick when alone, stoned with a whole clip in [?]
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