Bloody Crescent Lord Gasp (Ft. Sect Unit)

[Intro]
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Shock advised

[Chorus: Lord Gasp]
Hopping out of my '66 with a new mistress
Peep through the clouds, the bloody crescent
Fuck with me, end up on a hit list
Call me Jesus, all my bags are Christian

[Verse 1: Lord Gasp]
Dreams of driving that cool Coupe up in the hills
Yeah, I'm going loco, kookoo my diamonds glisten
Losing my head, I'm losing my mind, we going headless
Hunnid fifty miles through the city, fucked on Ritalin
I fuck 'em up and spawn on top
They front, they bluff, yet they never show the product
I'ma pull they teeth out, I'm so tired of them talking
Throw 'em when it's done, I'm just playin' with 'em
I need that, oh no
Gimme cash, oh no
Wallet fat, oh no
I'll take three of that, oh no
Sweetest cat, oh no
Fetish rapper, oh no
Make 'em gasp, oh no
Rabbit in a hat, oh no
I can see its face through the fog, through the mist
Through the mist bitch
It's a feeling that I kept in a box full of this
Full of this, bitch
It's been following my steps ever since I exist
Closed fists, keep on running till there's blood on my kicks