Rising Son - Deadtime

Fuck all of these little idiots acting nigga-ish
Barely hard as a lyricist mostly just talking gibberish
About a life that they wish they lived the difference is
You'll diss me on a track and i'll deliver this blade right where your liver live
Six weeks missing they'll find your body down where the river is
Plus i know where your sister live that little bitch could get pistol whipped
Say what i mean and i mean what i say I'll start it and finish it
For all the artists i fathered who acted like they had bigger fish
Not one of them got a pan big enough to fry me
Cos they find me terrifying too shook to dare ever try me
I could call all of their names out and dare them to some and find me
I'll ping you my home address but expect a death that's untimely
They'll call your mother to inform her her son has been ethered
And she needs to identify your body and when she see's you
She'll scream to high heaven faint and have three seizures
And she don't believe jesus love her no more me either
What you're witnessing right now is death manifested in flesh
From the depths of purgatory hell i am seth
When you feel my icy cold hand enter your chest cavity
Breath savagely snatched simply just cos i'm not impressed nigga
I am the pinnacle meaning i am the best
Disagree silently I don't do too good with the disrespect
And all is not fair in battle there's things that i won't accept
Like mention my lost one's and bet i'll put a hole in your neck
I don't like conversation unless it's about cutting a cheque
Or it's a groupie on flex talking about fucking and sex
There's nobody capable of stopping me rushing the set
And it's kicking off if i don't get priority next rush me
Talking over tough sure enough man's rolling up
Hold him up blah fold him up make him sober up
Call your bro them up oh it's fucked now we loading up
Showing out cos you showing off nigga show your guts
I'm shelly the shelliest sheller ever
That's why man them call me shellers you'll never be better ever
Bite the bait and your head'll get severed bredda whatever
Either we getting this cheddar or i'm unleashing the terror nigga
It's deadtime

Written by:
Shelly Oliviere

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