Mr. $ini$ter$ix Lyrics

I look like Patrick's house, I have a stone face and a cold heart

Put you on the board, then I'ma throw you with long sharp darts

Put my opps on a wishlist, at the end of the week I'ma empty the whole cart

Mr. $ini$ter$ix, here's my business card

Pull up to the lair, don't worry about the guards

Just tell them that you know me, they're really bugged out, so don't be acting all phony

Once they let you proceed, you'll find me chilling on the throne, sipping on whiskey

Rub my hands when I look down at the city

I have evil plans, I'ma start to scheming

You're safe during the day, but at night time, you're gonna start screaming

I'm really like that, my repertoire is dangerous so you better not fight back

Sliding to his block at night, I'm tryna twist his beer cap

Like, ice cream melting on the side of the cone, your blood is gonna overlap

I'm at the Jim tryna Carrey these weights did you get that bar? I see you're tryna contemplate

Don't worry, I'll wait, you can take you time I have all day, lemme right down more rhymes there are more on the way

No, Diddy, but I'ma make sure that these songs touch you in different places

Mainly your cerebral cortex, the tones finna touch the conscious mind

I'ma make sure that you get stuck on this verse I'ma make sure that you fall behind

I can go all night and all day, I feel like a solar panel

Air it up when I aim at his windpipe, just like MGK on the killshot coverart, just know that it's on sight

That nigga flew to the sky like a rocket, but look at him now he's gliding back down like a kite

He was up, but now he's down bad, but I guess that's life

Humble yourself before the Lord, I'm going all out if I say that it means it's war