Spots - Mort

Sick in the face

Can’t lift your own weight

Fatigue speed quick to the brain

Like a shock wave

I only wanted to win a fucking fight

But this guy is cold as ice

And this shit just don’t feel right, yeah (gas)

Mouth like a shotgun

Shooting bullet teeth

Lethal speech, almost long gone

Did you have a family?

I hope not

They’d be really fucking mad at me

Copy the mass murderer (say something, say something)

«Tunnel House?»

Who’s that?

Never heard of her

Bricks and a ditch are necessary when you unhitch that bitch

Let 'em sink to the bottom-

Fingerprints?

I don’t got 'em

I can explain officer!

Burnt off in a firwork experiment

«thats awsome!»

I’ve been looking at menus 'n' shit and bein' like

What the fu-

Mi- mi- mi- mi-

Mind of iron heart of clay

Aim be steady, flacon heavy, send my soul to outer space okay like

-do you believe in fate

You believe in fifty states

I’ll be hiding never find me at the bottom of the lake

I got worldstar money I just fuck it up

I got big boys on me I just run it up

I’m on rekt threads, cut my head clean off

I’m missing molars, this a dentist song

I think my eyes just rot

Should have never fought this fucker

Guess I’m out of luck

My limbs are soggy

Bitch I’m waterlogged

This is not POG

I need a London fog

Choke on a cock

Don’t wear Gucci cause I’m not a fob

Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the Dwayne the

See the light (Rock Johnson)

Red on red the fire rise (Rock Johnson)

The blankest mind (Rock Johnson)

One with nothing fuck your pride (Rock Johnson)

See the light

Red on red the fire rise

The blankest mind

One with nothing fuck your pride

Empty the clip until it

Click click click click click

Telling Morrisey to

Suck my fucking dick dick dick dick

That bitch down here with me

Got him… fuck wait

He’s not dead yet

I’m upset yeah

I just want you

Here in my room

That’s a promise

That’s a threat yeah

I just know that you’ll be

Down with me soon oh

Ayy ayy ayy, stackin'

Bodies in your basement

I can see you through the

Walls like x-ray shit

There’s a

Piece of you I want

I won’t stop until I got it, yuh

Ice cold, eyes hot

Imma’na assume you’re not

Ok, I fold

Fuck no, bitch you thought

I lock that door

Never get away from me

I own your soul

For eternity

[Outro: Mort,

A Rat Problem