Conway the Machine
Mortifying
Intro:

My son Jak, his future is so black
He has no ambition
He likes swimmin' and fishin'
He simply drives me wild!

Verse 1: JakProgresso:

Yeah, came here to do this sweet 16, (fuck it up), you know what I'm sayin' at duetings and shit (no doubt), talent shows, yo, (Yo)
You all gonna hate this slumber party massacre, this shit is campy
Crawlin' to dry land beach, acidics and Speed
I'm with Sid and Nancy (word), some out my head for this
I'm bored and dead for it
I wrote this shit, real quick in the back of Ted Bundy's, death warrant (Nah)
Art donatin' in place of a spleen damage
I dropped the tabs in a juice orange, it's the speed tablets
Up scorchin' in hellfire, aura fryin'
The scene is mortifyin' (huh), horrors dyin'
Portals widеn, in my crib on some Coraline shit (Ahh)
Rob the pеanut, snatch the blue blanket off a lioness
I haven't talk to my shrink, I've been off in psychics
Kill torture bind kids
Invade a home, fall sleep and get caught inside it
I'll make a corpse look alive (uh?), move its arms and talk behind it
Smokin' mosh, crossin' hybrids, authorisin'
Crescent red sun inverted, cross behind it
Offer my shit, I offer kindness, yeah
Verse 2: Dark Lo:

Eat your kindness for weakness (I did!)
I took him on the road then blew his brains on his sneakers (Blaow!)
They had Lo playin', then it blew out they speakers - It blow!
I was just sayin' the fast sweep, I hope it don't reach us - I hope!
You was stuck on the bleachers (haha!), I was in the field - I was!
I pray my brother make it home, he on his third appeal - I pray!
I smack a smile off your face then ask you how it feel - Punk n***a!
Stuff a AK and brick, in a caddy grill (In the truck!)
Your wife is daddy's girl (She mine!)
My robe is silk (look at me!), I'm zoned out bangin' Toadmilk
Totem? your folks, your name is dragged in filth - In the dirt!
Dragon fire when it come to bars I got it sealed - I got it!
He wanna rap beef I want him dead I got him killed - ? him!

Verse 3: RJ PAYNE:

PAYNE, I catch bodies I don't spare suckas
N***a the F-beam is Lil' Yachty hair color
I keep the stick, I'm African that's the spear chucker
Bullets put the squeeze on a hater now that's the bear hugger
I don't even need to be, I let the heater speak
Banana clip will split your pineapple, that's Tahitian treat
Grime 24 hours, I ain't sleep in weeks
Meet the beast, bullets ghost ride yo' whip, keep the sneak?
I came to get busy them n***as wake up
I'mma leave here smilin' like Diddy after the breakup
Gilly is the king of my city but, n***a, straight up
I'm a barber with the bars, who starvin' to get a shape up, huh?
When I tell you I'm a vet, it is not a lie
Biggie Smalls said it best, somebody gotta die
I murdered the Top 10, then the Bottom 5
N***a this is homicide, that's my kinda job
PAYNE!
Verse 4: Tristate:

I got my eye on the Fetty Wap like Dread from Belly, ahk
You n***as nosy as a Neti Pot
'Desi cocked, semi-auto audio
Audible swag run up your cardio, they got yo' people chasin' a bag
I let the MAC blast, tear off your mask then hit the lab
Mix the Remy in gun powder, murder the pen and pad
Snort a line o' ether, shed light on yo' demonic features
They say the blade work nice, I slice the Reaper like the beaker - Uh
Inhale thick smoke, the needle broke
Unload the number 2 lead with evil quotes, bitch, I'm icin' up
Strapped with a few explosive devices
To Twitter bond your presi for his middle legs crisis
Hah

Verse 5: Benny the Butcher:

Yeah, the Butcher coming, n***a!
Yeah, look, we was snatchin' food from under bunks, all y'all n***as want is blunts
I just stuffed the trunk with a hundred months - Ah
All my shooter guns is sparkin', they tell me be humble but
.30 in the glove compartment is what I call a number crunch (Ay!)
Is Glocks around my crib, I got boxes 'round my crib - N***a
Look like I just moved in (Nah)
I set up shop around my crib
They come and cop, the fiends might get stopped around my crib
Got the heads up on a raid, I moved the block up out my crib - Yeah
I had to grind hard then now, I grind hard still
The difference is, these rats clean, they got the Pennzoil smell - Hahaha
I was a free man and couldn't get my mind off jail
Institutionalized by laws and 'em iron bar cells, huh
I strictly ride with hustlers, we smoke $50 Dutches
Brought my team back a brick, my bitch Balenciaga runners, uh (Ah)
Had to watch these snitches, they'll trick me out my summer - Ah
I'm eatin', that's why my line busy when she dial my number (uh), yeah
You know it's fuck the feds, huh (fuck the feds!), tell 'em to catch me (Come get me!)
El Plugger, they gon' think you lyin' if you tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, n***a, ay!
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Verse 6: Conway the Machine:

Yeah, I put a shit bag on you, the Fifth blast on you (Boom boom boom!)
For thinkin' that it wasn't gon' get bashed for you (You gettin' bashed, n***a!)
Two to the back o' your head, I did that for you
You ain't feel nothin' when I pushed your shit back for you (Hahahaha!)
Put the powder in the pot, I'mma whip that oil (Whip up)
You can't cook, have somebody whip that batch for you (Whip that shit, boy)
I just want a thousand birds and a bitch that's loyal (Uhuh)
Dope stashed in the wall so long the shit had spoiled - Hah!
I don't ask for help, because the n***a that helped you can't wait to tell everybody he did that for you (talk to 'em!), uh
I told you I'm one o' the best (Cap)
Get pumped in the TEC, knockin' chunks out yo' flesh (Boom boom boom!), yes
I'm from the hood where the yay sold
AK to the face, n***a, the casket gotta stay closed (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
My n***a just got out he still rockin' his state clothes - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Goin' to collect, if you owe him then you next, pussy (Boom boom boom!)