[Intro]
Purpdogg on the beat
[Verse 1: Gizmo]
I was walking through rivers of blood from the innocent, knee-high
Heaviness hovering over my conscience, my heart like a beehive
Thinking about all the choices I made in my past when I realized
I'm in a boat on a sea of knives
I'mma jump in this bitch and get redesigned
What I need is mine
Every time my fist hitting your face, it connect like a morning star
When you're barely alive, I'mma play with your wounds like I'm strumming the strings on a new guitar
Leave you out in the swamp, you get ate up by the creatures crawling from out of the reservoir
Said you wanted a fight, so I brought a war
Put the gun to my head, let it fucking roar
Feel no remorse
[Hook: Gizmo]
These rappers obnoxiously rich
All contact makes me nauseous
They talk about topics, I'm really speaking my subconscious
I dream of a goddess, they dream of hoes and bitches topless
Bottom line, they'll never top this
The finish of my synopsis
These rappers obnoxiously rich
All contact makes me nauseous
They talk about topics, I'm really speaking my subconscious
I dream of a goddess, they dream of hoes and bitches topless
Bottom line, they'll never top this
The finish of my synopsis
Purpdogg on the beat
[Verse 1: Gizmo]
I was walking through rivers of blood from the innocent, knee-high
Heaviness hovering over my conscience, my heart like a beehive
Thinking about all the choices I made in my past when I realized
I'm in a boat on a sea of knives
I'mma jump in this bitch and get redesigned
What I need is mine
Every time my fist hitting your face, it connect like a morning star
When you're barely alive, I'mma play with your wounds like I'm strumming the strings on a new guitar
Leave you out in the swamp, you get ate up by the creatures crawling from out of the reservoir
Said you wanted a fight, so I brought a war
Put the gun to my head, let it fucking roar
Feel no remorse
[Hook: Gizmo]
These rappers obnoxiously rich
All contact makes me nauseous
They talk about topics, I'm really speaking my subconscious
I dream of a goddess, they dream of hoes and bitches topless
Bottom line, they'll never top this
The finish of my synopsis
These rappers obnoxiously rich
All contact makes me nauseous
They talk about topics, I'm really speaking my subconscious
I dream of a goddess, they dream of hoes and bitches topless
Bottom line, they'll never top this
The finish of my synopsis
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