Sovengard by Thranitai Lyrics

Pressed my flesh against the edge
'Boutta cut myself gotta cut my stress

.223 pointed at my head
Blood down my neck my carpet red

Barking jargon carsick barfing bitch I'm only hardly blitzed
Sipping whiskey whipping in a six-speed six feet under trap in my sarcophagus

You always talking shit
I'm going off in this
Bitch, I'm an artist

Bitch, I'm an arsonist
Pile of garbage on fire I'm starting
To think that my heart may be made out of stratum

I'm waffle stomping on shits who be talking hard putting my soul to rest find me in

Sovngarde smoking so much I be coughing tar said that you blowing up that's just a false alarm
See me I'm surfing a .wav

I'm on my mine like the blockchain

Used to write parodies
They weren't prepared for heat
Now they combust like they got a low octane

Rapping after class
I spit a tab of acid at em
Tripping when I dip like
Who the hell just came and sacked us?
Man it's Thranitai
Spitting murder
Guess that's why you wanna die

Flow my only archetype
Choke and croaking on a lie
Why you even talking back?
I'm not trynna compromise
Talking on an awful lot
I finally might've lost my mind