Cri Text & Carnage Instrumentals - My Shadow

Yo Fuck my mother I'd cut her for that lovely pillow smother
Nearly knocked me couple times even swore she had a cover
Locker talkin' like ya father shoulda wore a fuckin' rubber
That gunta beat me daily with my fake as pussy brother
Pops copped rocks with some junkie cookie cutter
Only home when he's hungry eats two plates and bread & butter
Then he gone to spend money on the base that he be under
Always locked at home alone away from every other
Not one good summer memories leave me shallow
A dun with no family left to lean on my shadow
I hate you you're shit
I will make your life hell
Do not forget these words
I hate you I hate you I hate you
You're either with me or against me at the end of the day
Ain't nobody handle beef more than me and my shade
We be really ridin' dirty better watch what you say
You better get down and pray that Cri Text ain't got you played
What you did could get you sprayed by the darkness that you made
I feel its hate and rage through the sharpness of my blade
My cousins mostly cuzzin' always husslin' sniff
Dawn puffin and then cuffin foreign weed in the whip
Bro eyeing them shining now he think he a crip
You ain't shit but a twit just a prick who talk lip
Then a two year bid turns a trick to a snitch
Better hope I don't catch you with your bitch or your kid
Or that faggot mutha fucka that helped you pull that lick
They don't want to see the reason why ya tombstones etched rip
The weed I stole was gift still there's anger in my marrow
I'll wet you with no witnesses just me and my shadow
I'll split you fuckin' head open again
And we know what you do don't we Charlie
You fuck people out of money and get a way with it
You fat prick you put my fuckin money to sleep
You go get my money or I'll put your fuckin brain to sleep
You're either with me or against me at the end of the day
Ain't nobody handle beef more than me and my shade
We be really ridin' dirty better watch what you say
You better get down and pray that Cri Text ain't got you played
What you did could get you sprayed by the darkness that you made
I feel its hate and rage through the sharpness of my blade
Is there trouble with my love or no love life at all
Do they have a plan above cuz I'm not handsome or tall
See my shorty's like a dove why do I make her eyes ball
Back and forth until we shove it may be better if I fall
Off a bridge fuck my homies they don't even try to call
Suck my dick you're all phonies y'all ain't nothing but a stall
I showed quick vest and forties when you got into a brawl
Can't even count how many times I fed all of yall
And now you make my skin crawl should I organize ya gallow
These questions had no answers til I talked to my shadow
What is that ya hear you hear a little girl Franky
You hear a little girly Is that a little fuckin girl
What happened to the fuckin tough guy
Who told my friend stick it up his fuckin ass huh
You're either with me or against me at the end of the day
Ain't nobody handle beef more than me and my shade
We be really ridin' dirty better watch what you say
You better get down and pray that Cri Text ain't got you played
What you did could get you sprayed by the darkness that you made
I feel its hate and rage through the sharpness of my blade
You're either with me or against me
Hey is that gun ah
Yeah it's a gun it's fuckin pointed at ya now who's team are you on
What
Whose team are you on
Team Which guy
Why'd you fuckin' bring me out here
Haha what
Fuckin' good arn't ya
Yes I'm good I'm friend to you yeah
Oh yeah you're a fuckin' friend arn't ya
Bringing me out here in the middle of the fuckin' night what for
Sikterlan ah Hey Sikterlan
What What's that mean
Oh you want english
Fuck you then ah that's english

Written by:
Christopher Arseniou-LaFlamme

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