Mortem Fukkit

[Intro]
The Midnight Society
Virus

[Verse 1]
Private parties with the one-percent
Shooting all attendants at this marvelous and grand event
Just displaying my talents
Got a past of post-traumatic stress
Sleeping on a wall
That's what my backs against
Brace yourself when Fukkit quickly grasps the pen
Immaculately dashes lines that cracks the necks of all object
Shun 'em, let him live or should I bash him dead?
I'll ask again: should I kill them all or let them crash instead?
Causing all these rappers to lose balance
Getting lost and mad they last again
Should I show compassion for the passionless is my question?
Simple answers never grant the hardened head a happy end
Maybe I'm not supposed to know
Still here with the boasting flow
Showboating while I motorboat her
Wetter than a coastal cove
Doing shows coast-to-coast
And house-to-house, broke them doors
Give mouth-to-mouth to all your whores
She panting while she chokes some more
Pistol poke yo' Post Malone
No ski mask on, get toasted warm
It's close to war
Time for postal cards and notes that won't come home