Ghostemane Scrying Through Shattered Glass
[Chorus]
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
[Verse]
I been trippin' off of 25i
Outta my damn mind
Prefer the Psilocybe, but right now it's hard to find
I spoke to Hermes and he told me that I'm doin' fine
Said "Never listen to a mothafucka past his prime"
You listen to me but you listen with a closed mind
You think that I am the devil but I just got open eyes
Nobody give a f..ck about your favorite rapper mane
I'm kickin' back, bumpin' Burzum while he Twitter rages
I'm reppin' Kreep cuz I'm never takin' orders mane
I cheated death, I suggest you do the very same
I was never nothing everybody think I'm something now
Wait
What happened to all the hate?
Listen when I speak, I'm bout to drop the knowledge on your plate
f..ck anybody that say you can't do shit
One day they'll be suckin' your dick
Rest in peace Manly P. Hall
Without you I wouldn't be shit
[Chorus]
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
(Bitch)
[Outro: Left side, Right side]
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him
I don't need no gats I just swing on 'em
Yung Crowley knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 'em
I been trippin' off of 25i
Outta my damn mind
Prefer the Psilocybe, but right now it's hard to find
I spoke to Hermes and he told me that I'm doin' fine
Said "Never listen to a mothafucka past his prime"
Times changes and the war still wages
But now the enemy isn't the blind lovers of Jesus
No
We have a new
Equally ignorant foe that pretends to be godless
Scribbling six, six, six just 'cause you like the aesthetic
Bury
Yourself
In the moat
Bury
Yourself
In the moat
Enough (Enough, enough)
