Songtext von Scrying Through Shattered Glass

I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of God in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of God in a pussy boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on 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 motherfucker past prime You listen to me, but you listen with a closed mind You think that I'm the devil but I just got open eyes Nobody give a fuck about your favorite rapper, Mane I'm kickin' back, bumpin' Burzum while he Twitter-rages I'm reppin' Kreep cause I'm never taking 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 Fuck 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 I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of God in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on I don't need no gats, I just swing on Put the fear of God in a pussy, boy, got a hex on him I don't need no gats, I just swing on Yung Crowley, knock 'em out, cut 'em up, put a price on