Morgue

[Verse 1]: Kicking natural factuals, when I'm rapping to you A couple of rappers come up missing, like what happened to you Trizz had to do you, and do all the actions you do, call it lyrical voodoo, I'm sad to say we had to lose you I cause chaos, they it's not gonna pay off, and I should get a job, live average, and get laid off Fuck that, I've got plans, I'm a dreamer Fantasies of being with an actress, have you seen her? Probably not, because I'm yet to imagine, I also got a girl, she would've probably never happened Addicted to the rappin', like back then crack addicts Tying off in attics, with a bunch of rapping hasbeens Have you ever seen a rapper slit his wrists? No, me either, but I'm looking forward to the experience Don’t trip, I know exactly where my veins are, barely leave a faint scar, laced arm, it ain’t hard Niggas panic, getting frantic, when I'm at it thrashing Get lit and split over shit, like the blunt we passing My mind's gone, and to be honest, yo, I lost it Getting all nauseous and shit, feeling car sick I got words that'll twist you like a pretzel Dislex you, wreck you, fuck you up, I bet you And if I die, bet my life, my soul will get you Sing a la-la bye, so you rest, before he lets you Hit your knees, pray to me, like I'm father No diss to my God, Masha'Allah before I bye bye You niggas funny style, so I hit you with the Ha-Ha Nigga who you fooling, nigga sweet, like the na-na I serve niggas like a waitress, you ain't shit Doctor on the floor, I'm a surgeon, losing patience Niggas on my dick, and I'm losing room for fake shit You kinda late trick, but to looking on the thanks bitch [Verse 2](Jack Mushroom): We unpredictable, y'all flow despicable Bitch get the principle, Wolf Gang's invincible Nuns getting spiritual, asking for a miracle, to stop these kids from getting rowdy, and fucking physical Fisting pregnant bitches, ripping out umbilicals To hang my father, and make my life less miserable I'm catching ad bodies, snapping eggs like bad blotties Soaring in my Bugatti, I stab ? shawty Bury the bitch sloppy, in a fucking porta potty, killing everybody, Wolf Jack, sent by Illuminati Fuck being superstitious, I'm bringing all crucifixes To hell with Jesus these triple sixes, on the Odd nemesis of broad triple sixes, you stupid bitches Wolf Gang, fuck