Envy Gao the Arsonist (Ft. Empty Sentiment)

[Verse 1: Gao the Arsonist]
I'm the bastard who's after your accolades
Spat congratulations, saying left a bullshit after taste
Tension high as opera singer's frequencies that shatter plates
Huh, shove my knuckles through the same gap that the laughter came
Pass the cane/Cain
I'm not able/Abel to see the impressive factor
Stingy giving props, tick me off the list of benefactors
Huh
What the fuck mean I'm jealous?
Adders slither through the overgrowth I, play with matchsticks in the pastures
Burn me, nigga, take me straight to Salem, death is heaven sent
Rather bite the bullet than be put where envy tends to vent
Strip my bluffs and fuck 'em like the clubs where plenty twenties spent
Excelling next to me, you get a mouth of empty sentiment

[Chorus: Empty Sentiment]
Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer weekend
Puddled blood appears your stomach weakens
Pummel peons broke a couple teeth to comfort demons
It’s unbelievable I, choke my mind, delete my being

[Post-Chorus: Empty Sentiment]
Every time I run a beating I get so envious
Every time I run a beating I get so envious