THE MOURNING ft. prod shape Lyrics

(You should have never given up your armor)

Sworn to the sword and the born king

Look up see the Vultures circling

Sun scorches corpses rot in the mourning

Worshippers got their bloodcurdling

Stage 4 terminal pissing blood up in the urinal

You won't make it to December 31st

Smoking on this myrrh I won't make it off this Earth

Got my soul locked deep in a curse!

It's hypercritical to make it symmetrical off of the medical adjusting my levels

Got compressors on the instrumental hitting like metal projectiles

Hit you in the ventricles

We smoking eucalyptus

Grinch fingers on Christmas

I'm about the business

Do it- Do it with a quickness unforeseen about the village

Seen with trees of green, bad bitches

Voluptuous, fuck with it so I had to hit it

Sworn to the sword and the born king

(You're a killer)

Look up see the Vultures circling

(So ruthless)

Corpses rot in the mourning

(You know it's true)

Worshippers got their bloodcurdling

(I paid Marshall Vanth a visit)

(You should have never left him without his armor…)