Scrying Through Shattered Glass

Lyrics

[Chorus] I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em [Verse] I been trippin' off of 25i Outta my damn mind Prefer the Psilocybe, but right now it's hard to find I spoke to Hermes and he told me that I'm doin' fine Said "Never listen to a mothafucka past his prime" You listen to me but you listen with a closed mind You think that I am the devil but I just got open eyes Nobody give a fuck about your favorite rapper mane I'm kickin' back, bumpin' Burzum while he Twitter rages I'm reppin' Kreep cuz I'm never takin' orders mane I cheated death, I suggest you do the very same I was never nothing everybody think I'm something now Wait, what happened to all the hate? Listen when I speak, I'm 'bout to drop the knowledge on your plate Fuck anybody that say you can't do shit One day they'll be suckin' your dick Rest in peace Manly P. Hall Without you I wouldn't be shit [Chorus] I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em (Bitch) [Outro: Left side, Right side] I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em I been trippin' off of 25i Outta my damn mind Prefer the Psilocybe, but right now it's hard to find I spoke to Hermes and he told me that I'm doin' fine Said "Never listen to a mothafucka past his prime" Times changes and the war still wages But now the enemy isn't the blind lovers of Jesus No We have a new Equally ignorant foe that pretends to be godless Scribbling six, six, six just 'cause you like the aesthetic Bury Yourself In the moat Bury Yourself In the moat Enough (Enough, enough)