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psyonik - vengeful ghost lyrics

it’s the black lion i’m back flyin and cat’s eyeing
to crack you in the dome with a piece of cast iron
don’t stop til you flatlining and past dying
critical role in every cast i in
i practice mad science and the lab i’m in
can only be found at the center of a labyrinth
i pass through the hall of echoes
and a wall of geckos
sippin on absinthe and prosecco
elegant from the get go
grippin my sword i’ll never let go
came from the dirt we never nepo
never let those
motherf+ckers who won’t carry a brick
near your house that’s nefarious sh+t
and i never take advice from one who barely exists
they fail and then quit
but i’m bout to excel and get rich
it’s psyonik don’t act like you don’t know the name
if the lights off motherf+cker i can throw the flame
shawty got a hump on that back like it’s notre dame
that’s open honest
seeing her in my future nostradamus
paints with every hue of the wind like pocahontas
she wonder why a n+gga so chill i’m so bahamas
shawty got ass
and she bout thirty and a half
got her wet like birdies in a bath
and she didn’t front so she let me take a journey to the back
simon says
beat a n+gga till he’s blind and deaf
b+tch i’m a giant so mind your step
cause when i get p+ssed off
i cross every name on my list off
and make y’all n+ggas waltz like christoph
halt like pit stop
b+tch bite the curb and get stomped
leave you with more than a fist bump
i swerve and drift
but i never curve and miss
took a drag on that urban myth
you f+ckin with a real ass n+gga
watch your skull cuz it could get peeled back quicker
sip sip sip sippin on that seelbach liquor
quick kick flip hit you with the heel axe kicka
i’m the motherf+ckin ghost of the renaissance
goats in a pentagon
when i’m done i’m giving a toast at the debutante
intercom, enter in the scope with the rinnegan
y’all n+ggas all been on that hoe sh+t i been the bomb
y’all always tryna blow sh+t i been the calm
realize, look me in the eye, b+tch you in the storm
on the stage with a hype man to finish for him
this the competition? i don’t even need my finished form
it’s alchemical, can’t touch the beaker
rippin souls out these b+tch n+ggas like sneakers
grim

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