Alter by Xia-Dawn Lyrics
[Verse]
I’m a skooma dealer selling death to the Grim Reaper
A tarot card reader who’s only result’s the Reaper
Death and me been engaged but commitment’s a fickle creature
Due to my parents marriage confused at what is a keeper
You are where you lead her, I struggle to be a leader
If you wear wife beaters you probably mistreat her
I only wear armor so nobody digs deeper
Drugs stabilize demeanor before I bring out the heater
Rappers all stable lies with plaque in their teeth
These niggas ain’t got plaques but got a mouth full of cheese
These niggas ain’t got cheese but got a bag full of keys
All these base head bozos can’t rhyme on a beat
That’s why they turn up the bass when ever they speak
Inaudible grown children knock the fuck out their teeth
How you niggas want beef you can’t chew with your gums
I don’t need to son babies man that shit ain’t no fun
Blood price passenger, paintings cardiovascular
Canvas depicts a massacre butchered by Soul Caliber
Nightmare incarnate the carnage my red carpet
I’m carving open contusions like sharks to a wounded target
Long been a marksmen but now I’m the trending topic
Cuz niggas now a days get their edge from a hot topic
Battle hardened defensives, you niggas are James Harden
I’m hard inside of the paint like colors dried by Father Time
Who’s tougher than motherfuckers who salt the earth with a line
Conquering several cities for play like it was rehearsed
Persons belong in hearses don’t tell me that you’re disturbed
Cuz it only gets worse from here under the dirt
Skull invaded by worms with little care for privacy
Inhaling age with no luxury for the niceties
Idly imprisoned till choked under the surface
It’s murder when I resurface from slumber behind the curtains
The newest version of alternative black wordsmiths
Who fucks nerd virgins consenting to evil curses
Alone, 16 deep with the voices inside my head
So fuck a team my 16’s squared and want you fuck niggas dead
Put you niggas to bed like an infant who starts to cry
It’s bye bye to these lullabies, your raps I call it suicide
I’ve always thought of suicide before I could fucking drive
Life’s a game and I’m a hacker with a crack
Downing medication till my eyes roll back
Only time I relax is really never at all
I’m either a fucking wreck or causing records to fall
I’m either a draft bust or need my name in the hall
It’s all a luck of the draw when ever I draw comparisons
I don’t have an audience, accepted only by skeletons
Penned it for Hell’s denizens, blending bodies to beverages
Master of fire elements even if kids are negligent
I’m a masochist only living for kicks
But I’ve always been sadistic and itching to catch a lick
My tongue is a deadly weapon on mics or on her clit
Daily roulette that picks whether I give a shit
The only legit dark knight, knighted in the dark night
By queens of the stone age, the black plague of the dark times
These hard rhymes need hard time, this shit is a crime
Told Jesus I’d believe him if he gave me a sign
It said dead end for sinners so I drove off the pine
I said fuck a fake nigga who needs change at a shrine
I rather change my perspective and give change to the poor
Lining up to pour punch with a punch I can hide
You niggas roll with the punches like a slave to the ride
Rappers surf on a wave Jone’s Kool-Aid provides
A passive motherfucker, give impressions that I’m kind
But if you test me motherfucker I will surely end your kind nigga
I’m a skooma dealer selling death to the Grim Reaper
A tarot card reader who’s only result’s the Reaper
Death and me been engaged but commitment’s a fickle creature
Due to my parents marriage confused at what is a keeper
You are where you lead her, I struggle to be a leader
If you wear wife beaters you probably mistreat her
I only wear armor so nobody digs deeper
Drugs stabilize demeanor before I bring out the heater
Rappers all stable lies with plaque in their teeth
These niggas ain’t got plaques but got a mouth full of cheese
These niggas ain’t got cheese but got a bag full of keys
All these base head bozos can’t rhyme on a beat
That’s why they turn up the bass when ever they speak
Inaudible grown children knock the fuck out their teeth
How you niggas want beef you can’t chew with your gums
I don’t need to son babies man that shit ain’t no fun
Blood price passenger, paintings cardiovascular
Canvas depicts a massacre butchered by Soul Caliber
Nightmare incarnate the carnage my red carpet
I’m carving open contusions like sharks to a wounded target
Long been a marksmen but now I’m the trending topic
Cuz niggas now a days get their edge from a hot topic
Battle hardened defensives, you niggas are James Harden
I’m hard inside of the paint like colors dried by Father Time
Who’s tougher than motherfuckers who salt the earth with a line
Conquering several cities for play like it was rehearsed
Persons belong in hearses don’t tell me that you’re disturbed
Cuz it only gets worse from here under the dirt
Skull invaded by worms with little care for privacy
Inhaling age with no luxury for the niceties
Idly imprisoned till choked under the surface
It’s murder when I resurface from slumber behind the curtains
The newest version of alternative black wordsmiths
Who fucks nerd virgins consenting to evil curses
Alone, 16 deep with the voices inside my head
So fuck a team my 16’s squared and want you fuck niggas dead
Put you niggas to bed like an infant who starts to cry
It’s bye bye to these lullabies, your raps I call it suicide
I’ve always thought of suicide before I could fucking drive
Life’s a game and I’m a hacker with a crack
Downing medication till my eyes roll back
Only time I relax is really never at all
I’m either a fucking wreck or causing records to fall
I’m either a draft bust or need my name in the hall
It’s all a luck of the draw when ever I draw comparisons
I don’t have an audience, accepted only by skeletons
Penned it for Hell’s denizens, blending bodies to beverages
Master of fire elements even if kids are negligent
I’m a masochist only living for kicks
But I’ve always been sadistic and itching to catch a lick
My tongue is a deadly weapon on mics or on her clit
Daily roulette that picks whether I give a shit
The only legit dark knight, knighted in the dark night
By queens of the stone age, the black plague of the dark times
These hard rhymes need hard time, this shit is a crime
Told Jesus I’d believe him if he gave me a sign
It said dead end for sinners so I drove off the pine
I said fuck a fake nigga who needs change at a shrine
I rather change my perspective and give change to the poor
Lining up to pour punch with a punch I can hide
You niggas roll with the punches like a slave to the ride
Rappers surf on a wave Jone’s Kool-Aid provides
A passive motherfucker, give impressions that I’m kind
But if you test me motherfucker I will surely end your kind nigga