IT'S Dark Smith - DON'T Trip

They ain't snappin' like this with a sword on my back and an axe on my hip, don't trip
Say I come to torture you, this shit ain't personal, I do this shit every day

So many weapons of mass destruction, you'll think that I do construction
This axe in this bag, Ah tear off your head, fuck givin you a concussion
I done fought with the best and I'm breakin' your pencils if you think that this shit a test
From a place where the sun don't go and I eat off your face if you thinkin' you swole

Say bitch, I'm a torturer, Ima glue both of your arms to the back of your head
Say I'ma give this chain a yank to your spine, break a unholy ache
A chain with a hook, you can gut like a fish and then left in the woods
Ain't nobody safe, so stay out the way, cause I done brought shit out the grave

Ain't nobody safe, so stay out the way, cause I done brought shit out the grave
Fuck fame, hell bound, and I won't change
Fuck fame, hell bound, and I won't change
IT'S SMITH

IT'S SMITH

Written by:
Chuck Wadlington

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