bats in the belfry ft. MEZ Lyrics

What the fuck is up, Xav?

Uh

Mez in the tracks like a, dope addict

Shocking when I hear you ain't coming with no static

Fuck a card trick, you disappear and it's no magic

All that talking leave your condition critical, Socratic

I gotta chop shit up like a soul addict

Bats in my belfry, bones in your attic

So zoned out, when I rap, the flow passive

And it's Elm Street shit if they sleep on me, no mattress

Eddy and Double D, we scheme to get dough faster

Most dope insomniac, I'm so ratchet

Supervillaining on the mic, I'm hope sapping

Confidence unshakable, flow on Joe Namath

Name-eth a rapper heinous and cold as ole Xav is

Cuz the wordplay sharpens at points, it's so stabbing

I can't ask for shit, I go snatch it

And I'll die before whatever I feather's below average

Huh, Mez

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

No way I have to rap after that verse, that's insane

Never fed below average when Xav been in the kitchen

A last minute addition of master lyricism

But don't show no fake love like catfishing on tinder

That's less than a penny worth

Like Batman's best assistant

More gas within these writtens than the Jovian planets

I ain't inept, tune in and I'll show you the damage

You don't understand it

Homie I got the home field advantage

I'm on my home turf

When I wrote verses I soul search

I'm your nightmare, oh your bones hurt?

On a scale of ten to one, I mean one to ten

How much of it's from the pen getting under your skin?

I'm the one that they mention in prophecies

Drop to knees, the god is me

I'm in my prime like the sieve of Eratosthenes

When I rhyme, I'll be killing every goddamn beat

Until the time when the temperature of hell

Will have dropped to freezing

xavflos

That's cold

Sending yo ass home

Yeah