Yianax - Bagged Lyrics

You pussies keep pushing
Imma fukin black out like a light switch
F*ckin on my music like i dont write this
Lookin to good when im f*cked up
I can be half drunk still resort to violence
Not violent but all i want is silence
Dont f*ck around now
This is my time
Take too many bars now
Thats a night vibe
I can be a nice guy
Only sorta died
But i saughtmaize ya wifez
When ya dial suicide lines
To feel alive its killing time
F*ckin on the mumble rap
Ruffle back if ya want the wrath
I damage tracks when i crank an amp
Like mike jack tracks buckled raps
I dont f*ck with that
Everyone on a lean stand straight
Everyone on a beam damn fakes
Every where i see i demand fate
All y'all compete for that dam plate
Lets all see the street i demand grace
All yall talk ya shit
Back it up f*ckin bitch
All my writs out a crypt
Scribbled with egyption scripts
Ripping out my ribs
Crunching up a lung
I dont need a breath
Im not f*cking up
I had break
Now im gunnin stuff
Love the taste of blood
Got youse on the run
Yall better Bow to me
To loud for the mounted me
Where i coulda been
If i never touched a drink
Probrably running things
Honestly on top of it
But i bottled it
Now im pop the cork
Don't f*ck it up
The tention must be manifesting
When im outta lemmom
Bouta go an get it
Like f*ckin better
No more contradictions live this vivid image
Depiction of sinners an enough grit for killers
Bounce to rythem i give em a minute
Crtiuqe my faitiuge im in a fake leauge
Of bitches an kittens feling intemate with their writtens i rip em to smithers
Thats a burn leve you yellow like a Simpson
Ride till i die
The mosiah
Fire ridising higher
Defire constructed desires
Deny ya your violence when i slit up my wrists
When im writing
Where you think i get the ink from
Blood runs pure down the page
What you think im kidding son
Got enough bottle rage
To split your faith up
F*ck you say cunt
I dont play your bitch little games
Set a lain and take aim on the strays
I aint fake when i say give what you take
Giving two fingers
So i guess its f*ck me
I aint finish on my aim
Imprinted what i say
Only play with my mates
Discrase on my name cause i cant get it straight say what i say take what you take
If i said it i meant it
I invented the venom
Dependant on you fellas
To listen an present it
I de friended peasants
Chasing dimes for a seshin/session
Toe tags an a body bag
Back back back
Want smoke get clapped clapped clapped
Want wrath then
Rha rha rha
You want it come get it
Your another degenerate ellen degeneras disected
Cause your cunt was infected your a straight up exeteran exeteran
Nothing in my blood stream but jim beam
No drugs i keep it clean i severed my spleen and die in my dreams
So what the f*ck dose your life mean to me my
Reason of being is freeing constructive freedom
I speak freely inhear your speakers and get tweaking my heart beats
Within reach of satans peace/piece
Hearts gone cold minds gone too
Dark as the thoughts of killing women like a menace i mean it im sick as prision victim
I think wicked an its chilling to core
Chilling to the core
Suicide comes alive when i bind my mind to my rhymes try thrive to survive
But you guys tryna lie to my face
Lie to my face get raped on tape