Winter Mic by Torn Lyrics
[Intro]
Straight out of the ouija board
It's Torné, murdering the microphone
It's 2017
And I still don't know what the fuck life means
You got to listen to me
Fuck that was old
[Verse 1]
The style's tremendous, nigga, it's venomous
I laugh at you in general, fucking tarantulas
I'm the pesticide, call me Baygon, you say "why, Torn?"
Nigga, july gone and I still chill in my home
Thai food and some of my coke, getting high is the only goal
My standards are low, no company, lone, prepare for my mourn
The coffin is calling, I'll be dead before they catch me
Competition ain't an issue, so alone, them niggas can't even try to match me
Liquored up in a rainy night
The mood be like, staying up till the next daily light
Nigga, slightly blind, too much computer in the dark
Much to write, even more to spit, but I won't talk
I mostly rap to deal with grief by myself
Ain't no shoulder I can rest on to cease what I feel in my chest
It would be nice to have friends
It would be long before I come to my senses, fuck, my life is a mess
[Refrain]
...Got the revolver in my hand and the shit is triggering
Got you niggas impressed but you ain't listening
Got the revolver in my hand and the shit is triggering
[Verse 2]
And then: boom! My head splatter, floor soaking with brain matter
With an inverted pentagram pattern
Waking up in hell, Satan says to me:
"I SENT YOU TO EARTH TO OPEN A PORTAL, STOP THIS FOOLERY"
I get sent back to my domains
Eternal rain, going insane, my mind in a haze
"Are you high?" Na "Then why are you eyes red?"
I haven't blinked since I found out that I can't drop dead
Grab the switch blade, stab the bitch mane
State of decay, made my will break
Morning of Mourning? Nobody heard that shit
Dawn of Misery? what the fuck is that shit?
Poor men, spawning in Torné's appartment
Torn 'em, I have fallen, twelve hours since dawn and
Them niggas be saying that I should be sent in my way
But no reign was ever built in a day, listen
I'm here on a rhyme overdosis
And memories from parallel universes
Got stories that no other man can tell
But I better stop before I send them wack ass rappers to hell, motherfucker
[Verse 3]
And I still be walking in the void with an oil lantern
Turbulence in delivery, bury me torned up
The nasty extraordinaire bronco
Slash a motherfucker with a Mortal Kombat combo
Scorpion motherfucker, get over here!
Sending you to the future in a comma for seven years
Just a thought in the winter night
Autumn gone, along with the already dim lights
Now the lights dimmer, I don't know where to go
Alone in a journey to freeze up the microphone
So I can blaze it up, again and again
It's the winter mic
Straight out of the ouija board
It's Torné, murdering the microphone
It's 2017
And I still don't know what the fuck life means
You got to listen to me
Fuck that was old
[Verse 1]
The style's tremendous, nigga, it's venomous
I laugh at you in general, fucking tarantulas
I'm the pesticide, call me Baygon, you say "why, Torn?"
Nigga, july gone and I still chill in my home
Thai food and some of my coke, getting high is the only goal
My standards are low, no company, lone, prepare for my mourn
The coffin is calling, I'll be dead before they catch me
Competition ain't an issue, so alone, them niggas can't even try to match me
Liquored up in a rainy night
The mood be like, staying up till the next daily light
Nigga, slightly blind, too much computer in the dark
Much to write, even more to spit, but I won't talk
I mostly rap to deal with grief by myself
Ain't no shoulder I can rest on to cease what I feel in my chest
It would be nice to have friends
It would be long before I come to my senses, fuck, my life is a mess
[Refrain]
...Got the revolver in my hand and the shit is triggering
Got you niggas impressed but you ain't listening
Got the revolver in my hand and the shit is triggering
[Verse 2]
And then: boom! My head splatter, floor soaking with brain matter
With an inverted pentagram pattern
Waking up in hell, Satan says to me:
"I SENT YOU TO EARTH TO OPEN A PORTAL, STOP THIS FOOLERY"
I get sent back to my domains
Eternal rain, going insane, my mind in a haze
"Are you high?" Na "Then why are you eyes red?"
I haven't blinked since I found out that I can't drop dead
Grab the switch blade, stab the bitch mane
State of decay, made my will break
Morning of Mourning? Nobody heard that shit
Dawn of Misery? what the fuck is that shit?
Poor men, spawning in Torné's appartment
Torn 'em, I have fallen, twelve hours since dawn and
Them niggas be saying that I should be sent in my way
But no reign was ever built in a day, listen
I'm here on a rhyme overdosis
And memories from parallel universes
Got stories that no other man can tell
But I better stop before I send them wack ass rappers to hell, motherfucker
[Verse 3]
And I still be walking in the void with an oil lantern
Turbulence in delivery, bury me torned up
The nasty extraordinaire bronco
Slash a motherfucker with a Mortal Kombat combo
Scorpion motherfucker, get over here!
Sending you to the future in a comma for seven years
Just a thought in the winter night
Autumn gone, along with the already dim lights
Now the lights dimmer, I don't know where to go
Alone in a journey to freeze up the microphone
So I can blaze it up, again and again
It's the winter mic