Eye Zkreem - Godemis

Harass a few when I’m passing through, I get it like a lifer

Still sitting on baby shit and on 'em with a brand new diaper

Finna get respect, feeling disconnected til I wreck the cypher

I’m tidal wavy alright I maybe, gotta pay the piper

Whoever claiming their work is worthy, better bet the penis

It’s safe to say Killer City raised me so I rep the meanest

And I won’t be cleanish you ever seen it, if you mean it say it

Don’t force that fork in that socket, stop it, I’m not to play with

I’m locked inside of a cockpit and I’m boutta cock and aim it

Failure’s the easier option but I’m opting not to claim it

I’m not more famous, ironic ain’t it, I’m not complaining

The tables turning, ya girl is burning, blame Usher Raymond

What I’m on is some total other shit, get a puff of it

Nah fuck it, get another hit

Finna beam me up on the mothership on some other shit

Cause I’m back and I don’t give a fuck about who ain’t loving it

No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me

No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene

Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream

Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream

Murder with 'em when I say go

Then I get 'em in the right mood

Villain shit up with the O’Shea

Then I hit 'em with the Ice Cube

Killer in 'em with the haiku

Up until I get a pie too

Just cause I don’t like dude

That don’t mean that I gotta fight dude

I’m a low life and then some

Going out for the income

Hit next with the chin check

Finna get wet with the big gun

MC’s better lay low

Beef came with the queso

We see what it ain’t so

We reach for the pesos

I’m word up to the ayo

Foreguard till the day go

Rappers getting ate up

And washed back with the Faygo

No won’t let a day go

Bye till I get my bag

Even though stakes high

They still lower than the price tag

Got knocked off, came right back

Like blaow, bitch how you like that

Thrown out like the baby

With the bathwater in the bike rack

Y’all might get a mic snatched

Now why’s that?

That’s a rhetorical question like why rap?

No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me

No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene

Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream

Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream

Haters labeling him overrated

Now I’m motivated every minute man

Getting at it, feeling diplomatic

Till I stick a prick up in a ceiling fan

Dealer let a nigga get a hand

Overstanding I don’t got a bread

Godemis gotta go body somebody

While Donnie come up with another plan

Jumping out the motherfucking gym

And I don’t gotta tell 'em when I’m finna land

Grab a chick by the pussy

Promise not to kill her till I get her in the van

Kicking up a can cause I can

Fucking up a couple hundred grand

Riding dirty with the other hands

Till the day I’m buried in the motherland

Everything been streamlined

So it’s christine, pristine time

Sipping this thing, it seem fine

I’ma dismiss this rewind

Got a buzz like a killer bee hive

Finna get work like Steve Jobs

If your infront of me, wanna flee fine

Pick 'em up when they running behind

D to the E-S-T-R to the motherfucking O

Cap finna rap KC, y’all take another upper soul

Strange is the label that pays me, tidal wavy daily

Going out till I get a bag, when they gotta play

Hit 'em with the gravy

No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me

No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene

Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream

Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream

Ahh!