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That's right Had to come back and hit 'em with a sequel! Hayden! Dude, I just listened to your new song you're working on Dude, it's gonna be a hit I'm definitely ready to mix this one Please, call me back ASAP See you later I'm a vicious musician who's very musical so please get ready (Ooo) Good in the evil, Anghellic, Crook, or a Vegas missionary Kind of magic, ‘86, abundance from a divine messenger Of better words, better hurt, better verse of vile metaphors Wooo! A vernacular masquerade Of the ventriloquistic melodies comin' from that vending machine So don’t be severely mistaken, listen to this boy’s tale Of a man who’s so savage, he could send his calling to voicemail (At the beep please leave) Uh! You’re very vindictive of my music A vinyl madman who can now make a fusion Of boom bap and new trap With lo-fi, how do I do that? (Uh) Compile it, design my hits Makin' you venomously malnourished (Ooo) SongtexteToxic topics won't get by so get my Sick mind wrapped up with a twist tie It's a Vagabond, Misterwives (Yah) Volcanic mannerisms in a throwback alma mater (What) Vast motivation to make victims with this viral manslaughter Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck, we’re vicious musicians Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one (Ooo!) Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck Konnichiwa (Uh it's BBryce) It’s just how I was raised as an artist starvin' tryna find a way Try disturbin' me then I’ll be smirkin' standin' by your grave Been hibernatin' in the booth, they fucked with me now I’m awake It’s over with when I touch the mic this whole entire town’ll shake I hear 'em sayin' Bryce has changed Damn right I’ve been evolvin' And I don’t have time to waste The games you play are so exhaustin' Not even at my best huh? Y’all better pray that I ain’t next up Cause once I’m back on a fucking track, you’ll forever play a game of catch-up (Woo!) I was born to rhyme The illest of poets, I go in and now they’re all mortified Shut up and come and explore my mind Then you will witness a war inside No wonder why I resort to my Booth every night to record some lines Hopin' they help you escape your mind When I create it, it tortures mine The hate won’t hinder my career Providin' hope is why I’m here Nowadays if I take a shot you aren’t even safe in some riot gear Now Double B’s on a killin' spree I pray for ya I’ll really weep I could have the game in a chokehold even down bad really feelin' weak so Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck, we’re vicious musicians Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck Konnichiwa (Fuck these musicians!) I'm an artist in every form Rappin' and conjurin' storms Actin' up out of the norm Sit in my room for hours and don't even answer the door (What are you doing in there?) It's not a problem, it's a lifestyle You play me and it's lights out Craftin' these rhymes like I'm playin' fuckin' Minecraft (Uh) Every feature I do is another completed side quest (Hey) I'm fast and I'm furious (Vroom, vroom, vroom) Always leave 'em delirious Gotta stay on my toes and jump to every conclusion I got a lot but won't lose it (Uh) The way I'm rappin' is lucid (Yeah) These bitches think that I'm stupid (Uh) Forget they like to confuse it with losers (Yeah) Abuse 'em and use 'em just to keep motivation Every record I make, there's another one waitin' To be released to the streets Yeah I'm a freak with the beats Just ask MoRoZek, everything I made I gave away free (Uh, uh, uh) But That's alright with me You see Cause I'm a vicious musician Now ain't no one stoppin' me (Woo!) Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck, we’re vicious musicians Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck Konnichiwa (It's not that serious) Inconspicuous Until I’m ready to rip shit up (Yep) Twisted like this dixie cup After I take a shot and get invigorous (Woo!) And when you say my rhymes simplistic bruh I wanna grab a pistol and just whip you Cause I’m a vicious musician with malicious intent with this fiction When I was just a little cringe bling I never thought this shit would make my life different Figured it's about time I gotta reinvent myself To become how I want you to listen Screamin' at me when I piss them off (Yeah) Leak nudes of my D, I just shit big logs (Huh?) Actually on second thought To be honest wit ya dog I don’t give a fuck I'mma just (Hold up) Fill 'em with the venom And resuscitate 'em just to disintegrate 'em And incinerate 'em until they're fuckin' Satan And erased from this nation for every other motherfuckin' Asian Thinkin' Nathan is a racist I don’t even know what it is that I’m motherfuckin' sayin' But I guess it's the complainin' that I don’t like to refrain from when I’m sprayin' I’m slayin' so better stay away from me hangin' in your basement With the mask of Jason Ready to slash your face up Stingy with decisions (Ugh) But relentless with precision, you can miss me with them bitches Who fiend to be treated like a princess Mat4yo knows what it's like to be in this Since we first got trapped on the interwebs And Glitches been backstabbed we became vicious musicians too! Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck, we’re vicious musicians Check the autopsy report, we murdered it with the first one Now back with a double tap, cocked and loaded with the verse done We’ve got you surrounded, the time is over for suspicions Reel-to-reel, check the deck Konnichiwa Aus Songtexte Mania