Mortem

Lyrics

[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 [Interlude] Ahhh [Verse 2] Nobody else hides and survives from this day forward It's a constant monotonous swinging within unconscious And now they 'bout to see what they all prayed for Niggas finna have to wait in line 'cause they paid for it This that barrel to the motherfucking face Shit, the same tip of grace Y'all lil' gimmicks need a taste, quick Judge facing the direction of the plaintiff With bloodstained hatred that drips down pages What is life at this point? Nothing really just a stroll-through concept Know you wanna object but process progress Can you even see a better place within this dark mess Humankind conquest? Watch when the time stops-a-tick Let it all fall down, crossing the bridge It's a shame how it's gone down, drops like a twig Snapshots of a timelapse lost in abyss