Rushy... Rushy... Rush! what the fckky!? RushAyyyye! Peep in their pupils see a puddle of pus, pathetic, they aint truly ruthless, aint never bucked no blick jus a ghost of a gun a broke-down bust A phantom fish with a puny pistol-stick, Rush's a friction fiend, quick to flick that pew-pow off his fake-asss hip, make his whole spirit skip, turn him stiffer than a crypt, then his soul get flipped on some poltergeist drip-drip-drip still learnin how to react these spectral seizures aint ceased to attack Truth be told, aint a whole lotta loyalty, dont take sht jus a single skull crack a phantom tic-tac heh-heh Aint no strings attached to this ship in my hands, call it cosmic clockwork a coffins command, learned the universal time-stamp the graveyards grand glam n if ur essence feelin disrespected, u best check it, dissect that sht, get urself exorcised, or next time u wake up, u'll be resurrected with a different perspective u can completely misinterpret my motions, miss the bullet, miss the point, thats jus fine n dandy, okay Rushy's already astral-projectin, in another dimension, light years n eons away, chillin with spirits in a stardust seance make u post-mortem in a pixelated flash, right in ur face, no face-off, jus a fade! look in ur iris, see u aint got no iron split, nah... u aint never let that hammer hit, thats counterfeit u a dam apparition, talkin ammunition? Thats a scary position, might need a ghost writer fo ur whole deposition Fck goofy come 'round with a stick, lookin slick, I snatch that piece off his cool-asss hip, make him dip quick turn his whole block to a graveyard plot, leave em rotten in the lot, now he jus another body the worms forgot, a faded dot Truth is, the proof is... Im still cookin up the way I act, tryna figure out this soul contract, aint no turnin back my real foes get this steel show, n the real bros? they fewer than zero toes, feelin that cold wind blow, u already kno n to be real, it aint a lot of em... but to be real, it dont take a lot to send em to the boneyard plot, watch their pulse stop Look in ur eyes, see nothin but a btch, pupils wide, scared stiff, u aint never bussed a blick, nah, u jus click, click, click on Insta pics To be real, it aint a lot it take to peel caps, spray lead till ur graveyard's full, sealed laps! n if u feel disrespected, u should check it, do more than expect it, learn from the specter, wreck sht before it leaves a mark! Wont forget the times I felt neglected, left fo dead, rejected, now I haunt the halls they projected! u can miss me, thats okay, like a bad shot, spray, fly away, to afterlife bay u can miss me with that bullsht, get that sht up out my face, disappear like a ghost in space, no trace, leave only empty place base! n miss me with that bullsht bullseye, get that whole facade outta my 3rd eye! with that fake-asss cry, get that sht up out my face, let the spirits fly to another space! What the fckky! Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
