Songtext zu 'Death By Dishonor (feat. Ghostemane, Shakewell & Erick The Architect)' von Pouya

I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul
We take a eighth of psilocybe let it all go
Stuck in the middle of the earth
It ethereal
I'm bout to take a little trip and never come home
She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow
I'd rather lick it off and swallow every drop, oh
Everybody thinking I'm the devil but I'm really woke
By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to brain control
But I know that she tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue
Make me wanna tell another sicko, bring in my gun
I'm sick of putting it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done
I know I never be the one to say the devil won
If a one mage ever got tired
Make 'em really feelin like I'm tryna
Dip and reincarnate I fuck em with the scar
When I'm done I really wanna take a dive in the lake and
Say goodbye to everything

Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you
Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you
Even bloody red
Really ain't an issue
Think his auntie sad
Get that bitch a tissue
Heard his army mad
Like I give a fuck
All my compas pulling up in armored trucks
You be talking Migos, but ain't one of us
Hit a fifty cell, really on the plug
Just another day in the 6-1-4
Not In Columbus talking Mexico
Chopping up the kilo then we slitting throats
Trap be in the kitchen cooking up a GOAT
No that ain't not slang for a fucking pack
Even if it was boy you couldn't cap
Even if you did it'd hit you with the tax
Shout out all my homie, made a mill off wax

Yuh, yuh, aye
Death By Dishonor
You crossed the wrong one
Your wig get pushed back
Underground Underdog
Need ten flat to be in the same room
Pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth
Fuck whatcha heard
Baby having a round
Po-po 'round
We need a moment of silence
Running from the piece to get away from the sirens
Ain't a damn thing change
Yo we love the violence
Baby Bone, I'm an animal
Made a hundred thousand racks off the seminal
Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal
Got a bitch right off of the banana boat
Shakewell, made bells, hit cells
Send a rapper to hell
Broke ass rappers
Man, they want me to fail
I made all the right moves
I'm never taking an L

Yeah, yeah
Usually I would just make the decision to kill 'em
Rest is for the willin' when you want the ceiling
Will he ever give a dividend again?
I'm moving diligent
This independent, mane
I'm in the moment with dank
I'm on a bigger rank
I thank the lord for every saint
I can't describe a cannibal
I eat a rapper chapter one
I get up on you, read you like a palm
Shit is sticky since I got a system
I'm a killer, make a million off of this
That's how deep the planet coffin is
So all my villains breakin' law to this
Pray the lord forgives a kid with confidence
I count the commas for my sons in orphanage
I'm bringing all them in till we mob again
There's no bargaining so quit arguing