Necromancy 101 ft. Lord Distortion Lyrics

Ghosts of my woes keep on knocking at my door

Every time I fall, Uzumaki, I just spiral, woah

Know I always bounce back like a bad hatchet throw

With that mind blowing audio that might split your skull

I been making moves, might animorph into a fuckin GOAT

Felt like one for a while now

Aces up my sleeve that ain't been shown

It was all half-assed how I did this shit before

Ego death, I died, went ghost

Came back undead

Tired of wishing for success just to come up short

Knew the cycle had to end so I sold my soul

Now my heart is black and my blood runs hella cold

Too many copycats so I had to break the mold

These rappers ain't on my level, ain't even fuckin close

Every time they see my name, they read it with a scold

These fools take coal and paint over it in gold

Then try to pass it off as the latter

Thinking fake-ass numbers matter

You are not a fuckin rapper

Bunch of slackers, couldn't hold a candle to me

Your whole discography overshadowed by a mere sample of me

Can't do what I do on beat

How come you talk slick then retreat

Backpedal then act sweet the moment that I greet ya

Scythe on me, looking like the fuckin Reaper

Jeepers creepers, it's the soul eater

People bleeder, light deleter, I be the mothafucking life depleter

I'm the leader of the undead, tryna paint the world red

With the bloodshed, got 'em all vexed with the hexes

Rose up from Hell just to send you to Heaven

Shade Apollo bitch, the product of death resurrected

Ammo got 'em leaking, finna resurrect death

Oxymoron with the weapon how we demonstrate lead

Caught up in an endless cycle how you hesitated

I been looking for a purpose that is better rated

You ain't never done nun

Outrage but you fuss up

Twelve-gauge for you bustas

Fuck face shut the fuck up

Fuck face shut the fuck up

Listen bitch, gotta gridlock

Noddin off the bridge, he looking pissed off

Gripe is never finished

He livid the way he kick rocks

Now he getting cynics delivering how the kick rock

Leave him fucking slumping, he fuckin up till he liftoff

Lifting off this plane, he dipping out of this eternity

Fucking epidemic, they handle my shit with urgency

Leave him as intended, he sended off to emergency

His body getting dented, he shredded up in the first degree

Bitch war

Homie pulling up, he got the pitchfork

Swinging on the innocence, we strapping up with glicks whore

Ten toes down inna pound

With the stick tort

Put 'em as a body

The shotty 'bouta kick more

He 'bouta get a smoke job

Come on down and face Lord

Bunch of fucking showoffs

Hit 'em like a great sword

Addict like the way I'm fucking working on a holiday

Hustle like a hooker and I'm taking this shit all the way, bitch