MidKnyte - Nebula

〈Verse 1〉
Fuck it, i’m a criminal
I put my initials on her genitals
Every lyric so subliminal
The way i’m makin’ pacts you’d think it’s a ritual
Call me spiritual
It’s such a miracle that i didn’t (BLAT, BLAT, BLAT)
By now
Wait no
Hide out, by now, i need it right now
Oh, oh
Better call the Po-Po
My violence, is pretty silent
Your guidance is pretty violent
Gets pretty violent when there’s silence
Grab the blick, hi bitch
Time to die bitch
*explosion*
Uh
Make a bitch dance with the bullets
The barrel, too hot, last chance to cool it
Make yo hair stand up like a punk rock mullet
A bitch be too fly to try and pull it
Tie a noose with shoе lace
Who laced? me lacеd? nah, you laced
Grab the blade
My blood red like Kool-aid
She a vampire goth bitch need a taste
You so hot bitch, lemme kiss yo face
If you so hot shit, if that’s the case
Then why every time you get the chance to fight
You piss yo pants like lemonade
When life gives you lemons, make minutemaid
Wait a minute, i had to raid ‘em
Free them of the corrupted freedom
That they deem ‘em to be demons
Had to save ‘em
Treat the game like i abuse her
Treat the fame like a knew ya
Need to change like a new year
Take my meds like an abuser
Eat my head like dahmer
Ride my sled like a llama
First 6x since obama
Dark like the night bitch i start drama
Hearts stabbed with might, with no comma
Bitch my shit bomb like Osama
Laden everyday ‘till the Futurerama
Plottin’ everyplace ‘till i beat super pharma
〈Interlude〉
I’m a cute a lil emo boy
I’ll fuck you with out no toy
I might whimper, don’t mind me

〈Verse 2〉
Bitch, if you was at the top, you’re now behind me
Trappin’, always cappin’, my fault
Ass below the crack and fell on the asphalt
Side to this list, my final diss hits
Bitch, my fathers died for this
Smack you with a heater
She a teether
Got no AR, but you on my radar
Need these girls like Justin Beiber
You a wide receiver
Even tho i’m a virgin
I need that vagina, all of it (ayy)
Had to take her to the Gynecologist
To make sure she wasn’t lying, got the fuckin’ heart of it
Molotov next to a fire pit
I don’t admire shit
Except the things i inspire this
Not Narcissistic but i will practice my first amendments
Two dire hits
Need to earn this
Hit you with that burner yea
Put you in a furnace
Heat you up in a urn and return this
Bitch i burn shit
And i heard shit
Hide yo wife, hide in the closet and pray for ya life
Grab a knife, grab the blade
Make her masturbate
No need to erase
Time to fight or flight
But i might divide
Yo head by a nine
No time to cry
My fault, bitch it’s time to die
My fault, i always write a lie
Yo life is ass, you workin’ nine to 5
I’d rather grab the nine
I’m out of time, need to make up my mind
Should i plot or should i be alive
Chasin’ the bag like a hoe or a cat after a rat
And no i won’t do that, i’d rather just fuckin’ die
But you won’t fuckin’ try
Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh
Mastermind of my time
Won’t even lie (ayy, yea)
〈Verse 3〉
I turn what you call ‘ass’ into a masterpiece
I kill so much they should classify me
As a fuckin’ mass disease
I’m a lyrical fast machine
I’ll make the mass deceased until i cease ‘till i freeze
I’m like the massive seas that hit the ship and sunk that shit
Into junked and ditch
Bitch don’t ever try to diss
You the type to prolly’ jump and ditch
You the type to not fuck but a hump a bitch
A hunnid’ shit
I hunt them bitch
I’m onto it
Bitch, how you miss a kiss from a psycho and actually fumbled it?
You can’t sound like me, ‘cause you’ll mumble it
You need to get smacked upside yo head with purse
Because this verse humbles shit
Bitch
I’m done with this, woah

〈Outro〉
*static*
Please try for me
I’m sorry
I love-
*static*

i’m A Inspired Song writer and Performer
i’m either coding or writing a song for my Nagasaki 2.0 album.