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crypt - eeny, meeny, miny, moe lyrics

[chorus]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, i catch a hater by his toe
and hang him high up in the sky until he cries to stop the jokes (ha)
i be catchin’ bullets like houdini, but i’ll never fold
’cause i be gettin’ stronger with every shot like a cortisone

[verse 1]
people wanna talk like i’m a fictional person
like i won’t pull up to your crib like a shepherd, and get to hurtin’
what the f+ck did you say? you didn’t mean it, okay
there for a second, i really thought you wanted to dig your grave (ha)
but you’re just turnin’ the dial, ’cause you don’t really want static
duckin’ and divin’ behind the screens like you pitchin’, battin’ practice
that’s an l+screen, get it? (hahaha) probably not
’cause you ain’t ever touched grass unless you’re smokin’ pot
[?] on these features i be on, be goin’ up in smoke
blazin’ every track that i be on like my last name was [?]
you sayin’ i’m a joke, and i’m a hack, well last night
i was laughin’ cuttin’ up your body, d+mn, i guess you kinda right
silly me, silly rabbit, serial k!ller, that’s me
k!llin’ beats, k!llin’ masses, like there was a biopsy
feelin’ free, feelin’ fab, rappin’ how the f+ck i please
and i ain’t feel this way in a long time, so let your boy speak
you need to watch your tone when you were speakin’ to me, ’cause
your noggin gettin’ big like cerebral edema
you step to me, i leave you leakin’, someone call fema
a natural disaster on the scene that needs cleaned doves
simmer down, i told you dial down on the stovetop
i get to choppin’ quick, [?], and knock you down a notch
missionary crypt, you know i like it bein’ on top
won’t stop, jordan in his prime, you know i won’t flop
[chorus]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, i catch a hater by his toe
and hang him high up in the sky until he cries to stop the jokes (ha)
i be catchin’ bullets like houdini, but i’ll never fold
’cause i be gettin’ stronger with every shot like a cortisone

[verse 2]
ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with me, i got my foot on the gas
and got a half a mind to stick my f+ckin’ foot in your ass
i blow right through the barricades whenever they interrogate me
i’ll just say i’m barely faced, [?]
’cause i ain’t snitchin’, but given a perfect reason, hey, i might just let you mention
these people don’t care about me, and best believe, there’s been some tension
i pity the fool that chooses to believe, i’ll leave in vengeance
but literature this isn’t, no one’s readin’ me a sentence
man, i’m far from rappin’ typical
everything i hear in rap nowadays is f+ckin’ pitiful
but i get criticized when i won’t fall in line, but that’s fine
y’all will always be behind another individual
to never worry ’bout the risk in life, you gotta take one
and i been takin’ risks every day that i came, son
don’t believe me, but they will when i show ’em the paystubs
say somethin’, man, i’ve been itchin’ to break a face up

- crypt lyrics

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