Hell's Carol

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no
Game I'm not your fan
You should know, Hop's back in here
Stay packing heat, you running shit, not actually
These niggas can't pull off
What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you don't
Act like you never knew homie, I
Stay close to my lab tryna get
Here, 'til I get near your coffin
Fear in it's worst form
When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you

Murder!
Straight out the insane asylum
What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it
Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibing with
I fucking hate the climate
I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate make you rise
Y'all can never slay Goliath
I've been taking rappers and creating diets
Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private
Hoping I don't put them in a bad position
They've been praying I don't ever catch 'em slipping (Haha!)
You could build a buzz rapping sick shit
But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!)
I've been lost on the path of sinning
I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry)
Keep your mind out my bag of business
Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!)
Ain't giving a fuck
Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!)
When hitting 'em up
You niggas are lunch (For sure!)
A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!)
They feeling in love, my menacing touch
I have 'em flying overseas, crying over me
I am openly a cunt to 'em
See if I enroll the D I am gon' unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em
Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealing with
This shit is finna get rowdy I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)
I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a
Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song
I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah)
Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted
But is it enough? (Is it enough?)
You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal
Dropping classics again
Wrecking on you, damn it, man
Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weighting on you
K.O.-ing niggas with the blow
Suck my dick under the mistletoe
Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both
This is Sicko Mode, level Travis isn't getting on because

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no
Game I'm not your fan
You should know, Hop's back in here
Stay packing heat, you running shit, not actually
These niggas can't pull off
What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you don't
Act like you never knew homie, I
Stay close to my lab tryna get
Here, 'til I get near your coffin
Fear in it's worst form
When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you