DIRT ft. Skill Syrup & Sinizter Lyrics

I can't hear you crying when I'm underneath the surface

I know y'all won't care until I'm buried in the dirt bitch

Let me savor silence till I restart and I'm worthless

I know y'all won't care until I'm buried in the dirt bitch

Married to the game, ain't platonic

Assassinate a rapper like I'm John Wick

10 toes down, tectonic

Got me speakin' in tongues, demonic

Heard 'em talkin' shit but bitch I been on

Tellin' all ya stories, put the spin on

So all up on his grave I'm finna piss on

You ain't really ready for what I bring on

Fallen from the top like I was Lucifer

Treat me like the black sheep, usuper

Kill the rap game, executioner

Used to love you, now I'm through with her

Got me reminiscin' now I'm fucked up

Liked you all better so just shut up

Don't like me when you see me better buck up

Choppa get to poppin' get you touched up

Talking bout shit y'all know nothing about

Leave you dead in the flesh, with your brains in your mouth

I'm a walking disease, Holly puffing on clouds

Let her bust on my sword, watch her organs fall out

Got a lock on my heart, smoking Tifa, it's loud

In her guts with a thrust and proceed to go pound

In the house, I'm a dog, when I bark ain't no sound

Just a click when I'm done and a thud on the ground

Tell me I'm nothing, I'll find out my worth

I put some hydraulics inside of my hearse

Don't take me to church, let my body get burnt

Bitch I'll blow out your brains and go print it on merch

Every word that I write is a curse

My intake consisting of humans and worms

I'm holy invert since the day of my birth

Let the maggots infest when I crawl out the Earth

I can't hear you crying when I'm underneath the surface

I know y'all won't care until I'm buried in the dirt bitch

Let me savor silence till I restart and I'm worthless

I know y'all won't care until I'm buried in the dirt bitch

Say that you tough but hide in your posts

If we met in the flesh you would stop like you froze

I'm trynna decide what I see through the most

The game, how you act, or my bitch's new clothes

I cough up my lyrics while slicing my throat

A cup in my hand that I pour in a mote

Let it fill to the brim, incorporeal smoke

Sip a deified mist as I walk through the door

Bodies on bodies I'm covered in gore

Sick in the skull from the hate in my core

Put a hole in my head just to see what's in store

Electrical shorts and umbilical cords

Leathery wings that I spawn from my spores

You bow in my presence, you meeting the lord

I float with the bodies that wash up on shore

Black in the sun I can't see it no more

Y'all do not hear, I'll reiterate

No time, if you opps I'll obliterate

Leave you in bags on the interstate

Upping the fee for my murder rate

I treat you just like my blunt, I disintegrate

Nail me to nothing, my cross is a furnace grate

Holly will never reach up at them pearly gates

Not till the pain held inside him is burned away

Fuck

Married to the game, ain't platonic

Assassinate a rapper like I'm John Wick

10 toes down, tectonic

Got me speakin' in tongues, demonic

Heard 'em talkin' shit but bitch I been on

Tellin' all ya stories, put the spin on

So all up on his grave I'm finna piss on

You ain't really ready for what I bring on

Fallen from the top like I was Lucifer

Treat me like the black sheep, usuper

Kill the rap game, executioner

Used to love you, now I'm through with her

Got me reminiscin' now I'm fucked up

Liked you all better so just shut up

Don't like me when you see me better buck up

Choppa get to poppin' get you touched up