Hemlock - Icarus Lyrics

From the bottom where I sat as the spoon fed
Never beg been too long I assume dads dead
Cuz lifes an ass kicking contest wit only one leg
Wit sticks and stones that will indent your f*cken head
Forgiven not forgotten inside and out I'm rotten
Man all these ends to meet everyone always plottin
You comin at me bitch you soft as cotton
Imma infiltrate the top all the way from the bottom
And tell you these mumble rappers way to f*cken fragile
Try to rumble wearing fanny packs and crosche satchels
Wannabe fashion rascals logos make em bashful
Have em head up shits creek wit two inch rotted paddles
My mind has no grapple rhymes are meant to shake n rattle
Poke and prod me til we lit and we all look like cattle
Politically corrects laughable you look baffled
Hang on the sidelines should call you tassels

Yea
Smell that
A little bit of blood
An here the wolves will come
Blind one twist of the wrist
Burn you down like Icarus
Bitch! Ha!

Burn you down like Icarus
Bitch! Ha!

Seen tarot cards future looks bleak
Only thing dripping on you is blood-on your sneaks
Past or present know I'm on fleek
Please shut your mouth if you and me speak
Cuz I'm too much to process an 8-bit wonder
In a different world I'd spit fire like a plumber
A giant never loses sleep while in his slumber
With the hacksaw on a ridge Jim Dugan with the lumber
Gimme a minute this ull only take a sec
You a drop in the bucket check my ripple effect
An take another step spin the barrel play roulette
Grazing past me is like having brushes with death
And your dealing with a bipolar who's fin-to-act
Like a baby breast fed GMO Similac
This giant fi fy fo fum got a pack
Need crane operators to swing my nut-sac

Yea
Smell that
A little bit of blood
An here the wolves will come
Blind one twist of the wrist
Burn you down like Icarus
Bitch! Ha!

Burn you down like Icarus
Bitch! Ha!