Haunted

Lyrics

[Verse] (One, two, three, go!) This is the shit that the haunted recite Four men are formin' to fight You're gonna die like a fish outta water, I pick out an orca To slaughter and order some fries Bored of your hype, bored of your life It's time that I saw me a psych No wonder you're sweatin', I'm settin' the sauna alight When I'm pressin' record on a mic, Lord of the Flies You got some rocks in your head If you honestly think your concoctions'll spread Think of my enemies, lots of 'em fled Think of my enemy's, lots of 'em dead Oxygen levels are lost in the drops Of the treble so often I'm watchin' 'em beg "What's in the box?" "In the box?" "What's in the box?" "A hostage's leg" If rap's dead then I guess I'm a zombie You gon' leave in a mess if you compete It's Complete, I suggest that you gronks Show respect to the don, 'cause I'm destined to bomb beats I'm on heat, who's next for a long sleep? Promptly you've pestered the wrong freak Want beef? You'll be necked in a song Left in a pond, connected to concrete 'Cause I'm quite natural I remember I rhymed at school I was grade six when I made this And I placed it inside of a time capsule What I write is defined actual What you write, I don't find factual You ain't shit but a fake bitch, fuck a pay slip I'm excited to find shrapnel Everybody better know I'm Jesus You make a track and they hope I featured I flow tight and my future is so bright So bright it could give a strobe light seizures Don't mind me, miss, I just want to blow my speakers Tryna give these hoes high fevers Won't find peace with a bloke like me, 'cause I choked my meat till I broke my penis Even though it is so tiny Just to blow my seed gotta go buy tweezers Don't try beef or your throat might bleed 'Cause I know Tai-Chi and I don't like divas What you gonna try do When I ride through with a knife, two Nike shoes Five tubes of the right lube and a haiku Whilst I try to fight you in the mic booth? Guys who never tried blew (blue) like a Piru But decide to rhyme rude for some nice views Might lose with their eye bruised and mind screwed My crew, you can find nude up on 9 News Hip-hop, yeah, I got it reinvented Properly instead of mockeries that wanna be beheaded 'Cause you're gonna need a medic like your gonorrhoea spreaded If you ever wanna bother me or offer me a zenophen And the second that you corner (Conor) me you're gonna be McGregored It's like everybody wanna be the prodigies apprentice But they'll never get a nod off me, a lot have been pathetic So you better fuckin' honour me, you're honestly indebted, and I'm [Chorus] I'm haunted, I'm, I'm I'm haunted, yeah, yeah I'm haunted, I'm, I'm I'm haunted, yeah, yeah