[Intro] [Persuasive Pro] [distorted synth riff, heavy 808 kick] Yeah. Guess who snapped again? (hahaha) Y'all done woke the wrong one. Yeah. De- yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. [Verse 1] [Persuasive Pro] [aggressive male rap vocals] Took a minute now I'm back in attack mode, black hole in my chest, every track's like a bullet reload. Cracking the code of your fake persona, you half as a rapper, a hack in the fast exposure. Slashing the mask off, I'm laughing while that shows ya. You fragile as glass, I'm a hammer that cracks boulders. Backstab wounds turned calluses, built different. Still spitting venomous sentences out written scriptures. You whisper, I roar. I morph into a force you can't ignore when I torch these chords. Fork in the road, I pave my own lane while you stuck in a loop like a broke domain. Whole brain wired awry, I defy science, applying pressure to your entire alliance. Quiet you biased, unbalanced and malice in telling palm steady but I'm wilding like I'm off my balance. Fuck you, stay silent, it's louder than the hate. You didn't win it, matter now you proud of a fake. I crowned a disgrace, plus a name you ain't gonna forget, except the regret you try to reject. Had to dumb it down for your intellect. Hey, hey, hey, gang. [Verse 3] [Persuasive Pro] Move, I reload composure, boy closure, expose every poser that pose like a soldier. I told ya I'm colder than shoulders you cried on, now I'm the titan you trying to climb on. Lyrically violent, I silence the sirens, defying the tyrants, supplying the fire inside 'em. You light and I'm part of another snake slithering. I stay in the dark where you keep whispering. Disgust in my gut but I cut it out clean, now I'm sharper than any piece stuck in between. You intervene and you bleed on the beat, I don't need enemies, you compete with defeat. Delete your receipts, I remember it all, every message ignored, every call that was stalled. I evolve from the fall, now I'm walking on shards. Turn pain into art. Fucking me over wasn't in the cards. [Chorus] [Persuasive Pro] [shouted vocals, heavy distortion] I ain't that NICE! I won't tell ya TWICE! Not here for followers Jesus had twelve disciples An ima hold it together on one's shoulders Your skill never really did rival You caught in the A I recycle Of lyrics, you hear it and I come out spiteful I ain't that NICE! I won't tell ya TWICE! Not here for followers Jesus had twelve disciples An ima hold it together on one's shoulders Your skill never really did rival You caught in the A I recycle Of lyrics, you hear it and I come out spiteful [Verse LOVE] Yeah, I'm the fuckin butcher with the beat, Love came to dissect While Persuasive Pro inject the venom, I'm here to rip the flesh This that Spiteful sermon, a eulogy for your career Every bar's a rusty blade, I'ma leave you leakin fear I'm the mortician with a flow, embalmin these lames with hate Pro's the coroner writin down the time and the cause of your fate We the homicide duo, your career's the bloody scene I'm skull fuckin your legacy, Pro's stranglin your dream You talkin guns? I'm the bullet that's lodged inside your brain You talkin pussy? I'm the dick that's makin your mama scream My metaphors are murderous, each line's a fuckin' crime Pro's the getaway driver, I'm servin your ass with time I'ma gut you like a fish, then fuck the wound with spite While Pro pisses on your ashes, bathin in the moonlight This ain't just a track, it's a fuckin death certificate Signed by LOVE and PRO, the end of you is definite So when you hear this Spiteful shit, know your fuckin' time is up We the grim reaper tag team, here to fill your body up With the pain that you deserve, the hate that you inspired Now your whole existence is the shit that we admire As it burns down to nothin, just a memory, a stain Two killers on a track, a fuckin murderous reign. [Chorus] I ain't that NICE! I won't tell ya TWICE! Not here for followers Jesus had twelve disciples An ima hold it together on one's shoulders Your skill never really did rival You caught in the A I recycle Of lyrics, you hear it and I come out spiteful I ain't that NICE! I won't tell ya TWICE! Not here for followers Jesus had twelve disciples An ima hold it together on one's shoulders Your skill never really did rival You caught in the A I recycle Of lyrics, you hear it and I come out spiteful
