Dark Souls

Bitch I'm Nascar, who are you?

On the brink of damn insanity
I'm losing my humanity
Like Dark Souls lil' bitch
All my armor is a fantasy
All my dreams lucid
I keep weapons for the enemies
I'm paranoid as shit
'Cause they praying for tha end of me

Dark Souls get sliced prepare to die
Blood on my knife
I'm Chucky, wheres my bride?
Say she go slide A.D.H.D
No soul hurt eyes when she face me
Bitch I make blood, I'm the Count
Don't talk love, you just doubt
We ain't discussing 'bout no money what the fuck it's about
Nascar got buzz I do not fuck with clout (aye)
She fell in love when I open my mouth

Aye
Now she opening hers
My bitch living lavish
Make her bones hit my fur
Nascar the icon a rack for the Percs
When I turn on the mic, the crowd goes berserk
Pull up mothafucka', if you're scared to go to church (aye)
'Cause he saw real demon in the flesh and I am cursed (aye, bitch!)
Better name the talent, you'll be second to the worst (aye)
Please don't show no mercy, bitches put their dinners first

On the brink of damn insanity
I'm losing my humanity
Like Dark Souls lil' bitch
All my armor is a fantasy
All my dreams lucid
I keep weapons for the enemies
I'm paranoid as shit
'Cause they praying for tha end of me
On the brink of damn insanity
I'm losing my humanity
Like Dark Souls lil' bitch
All my armor is a fantasy
All my dreams lucid
I keep weapons for the enemies
I'm paranoid as shit
'Cause they praying for tha end of me