VNSH

Lyrics

It's all business no love to the competition
Let that chopper hit em sit em down swap their spirit
Die now I'm gunna think about it later
I'ma think about it never all I think about is paper

I draw first that's dat quick animation
You Smell that stench you just stink Sanitation
I'm right here nigga fuck the location
Cuz to much information could get you that vacation

Tell the cops I'll say fuck the allegations
Got work in a trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt
One for the heal
But one from the hammer get a nigga killed

Fill a nigga up then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up then spit in nigga meal
Yeah
If nigga's acting how they feel
Then I pull it out of the jacket get to clappin' like a seal
Yeah

Kidnapping the lil ones
Throwin' Bitch nigga's off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything's head-fussin' to the heavens' sky
Weezy F baby boy get it right every time




Light on the feet Tip toe through the shadows
Sword sharpened and it's ready for battle
Hop on the stallion load up the saddle
Up shits creek without the paddle

Fry the comp and then take a bite
Scope locked in target in sight
Full clip with one in the chamber
Blood on the canvas abstract creator






Can't see me mysterious identity
And mentally I'm something of an entity
Close proximity to the holy trinity
But Identify more with the creatures of the night

Break in your house and cut off the lights
Grip those covers yeah ya better hold em tight
Not a vampire but I still might bite
Shift in the shadows evolve outta sight

Comparable to the bogy man doing a hand stand
With an 8 foot wing span and
You demand that I go away
Ha Sorry kids I'm here to stay
So you might as well come out and play

But I'm not limited to the youth
Nobody's safe when I step in the booth
Send your auditory cortex through an alternate vortex
Chopping off heads if they sticking out necks




Light on the feet Tip toe through the shadows
Sword sharpened and it's ready for battle
Hop on the stallion load up the saddle
Up shits creek without the paddle

Fry the comp and then take a bite
Scope locked in target in sight
Full clip with one in the chamber
Blood on the canvas abstract creator





Grip the umbilical cord experienced that firsthand
Had 9 months to scheme before my real life began
Then 20 more years before I became thee man

Don't plan on coming down like peter pan
Always deliver like the pizza man
60 minutes or less or it's free
Veteran prostitute I make this shit look easy

Go ahead throw me to the crocodiles
I'll smoke em all just like Noah Lyles
Move with a purpose and I move quickly
So you can chew on that like a pack of Wriggly

I just be out here whistling Dixie
Constipated just don't give a shit see
Go with the flow like an inflatable tube man
Shapeshifter I always adapt to the plan




Light on the feet Tip toe through the shadows
Sword sharpened and it's ready for battle
Hop on the stallion load up the saddle
Up shits creek without the paddle

Fry the comp and then take a bite
Scope locked in target in sight
Full clip with one in the chamber
Blood on the canvas abstract creator