[Hook]
So many dark thoughts for me to get lost in
Look at how effortlessly as I kill the game often
I got the world right in my palms and
I'm starting to think I just might drop it


[Verse 1: Nalyd]
I don't drop bars I drop weights on these dumbells
Went from rappin independent fail
To fucking with Tony Montana meet the cartel
Carver to the knob slob on my rod and gurgle my 2 rocks
Stick it in your eyes bitch, let's see if it fits
Ah this shit trash tell this Busta to stop
I'm climbing up the ladder meanwhile taking a shit at the top
Shoutouts to 276 divide that number in half
Like broken sticks with that
138 dicks for each of you pricks to lick fags
Fuck you nalyd why you mad at us what the hell?
I got make y'all notice me
And I've tried every other way else
Lookin at me salty can't you peppers tell
Y'all don't know nalyd that well
Well give my verse a listen as I go and introduce you to myself
My first names fuck and my lasts name too
And if you got a friend listenening well then my middle names you
This ain't for the clubs and kickbacks to add a playlist too
This is a rap to write the obituary to local rappers dude
It's nothing less of cruel
What up with me nah brah not a damn thing new
This is from the greatest rapper to never make it
Talking directly to you
This guy talking right now can't be serious dude
Shock wanted me on a track cause I can make a song to go and kill yourself too
This motherfucker won't marry Mom
Lighting tracks up like a cherry bomb
Drowning in the wetness like Kerion
Controversial
Hell yeah so fuck you, pay me carry on
Heavy arms and sweaty palms
I'm like B Rabbit dropping bombs
Calling all cars, throwing bars at the stars
And watching em fall from my back porch like
"I don't really give a fuck at all"
Rings the alarm, Await my verse like the calm before the storm
I'm like Boom Boom Da Don eating this song the way he eats an ass
My name is Nalyd and you ain't never been fuckin with that
Or maybe now you do
If I'm embarassing me then I'm embarassing you
I dare all you rappers to even get a clue
Call my shit trash, Stop talking to mirrors when you are
Listening to the bars that you spewed
Fuck all the fakes when I'm speaking the truths
Still don't like me then fight me
Oh how my saga will never change
To the lames It's either stay in your lane
Or jump out in traffic
Look at the garbage truck running right over you
I've had it with taking it lightly
No rappers above me and ain't no one ever beside me
Better than me, unlikely and when you hear a guy spit like this
It's easy to call it omits or just throw you rhymes away and call it quits
Look at me fucking with ya psyche, Look at you losing to a whack rapper like me
Top 5 Rapper holding the mic see so kiss my ass when you stand behind me
Take and L, The L stands for Late be
Fast-forward my verse how can y'all already hate me
32 bars in yet 18 percent lazy
And probably more than 50 percent crazy
Y'all ain't got no hope
Rappers rhyming so "dope" but sound like they need to get a real job or else start selling soap
Sleep in the casket and tie yourself to your own dick and choke from your white ropes
Fuck all the locals, Fuck the cunt saying
What I did
Uh bitch go away with that shit
I'm always mad at a bitch, I got 666 ditches to dig
The text said all this incoherent babbling shit and the text read this
"I want some dick, I want some dick"
And that was my impression of your bitch

[Hook 2]
So many dark thoughts for me to get lost in
Look at how effortlessly as I kill the game often
I got the world right in my palms and
I'm starting to think I just might drop it
I'm supplying 276 Coffins, 276 Coffins, 276 Coffins