13 - Godemis

It’s about to get worse, they wanna know

What does worse mean?

I’ll get back to you when the clock strikes thirteen

Fuck y’all feelings, position face down, shit

I roll another one, then I light it for getting grounded

I touch down, not a minute past thirteen

They wanna pretend my arrival was one of the worst things

But what do their words mean?

Fuck 'em anyway

They’re sitting around, just praying I put the pen away

Somewhat of a renegade, maybe not so much

Just squattin' on the bomb whenever the fuck it blows up

But really you know what?

Sick of you saying I’m jaded

They say that my flow sucks, it’s great to say I made it

The underrated, most hated and then some

I don’t repent, I toss it in the wind when the sin’s done

So gimme the big guns, behold the hesitation

I’m self-medicating this headache in hell pacing

Tell Satan to wait in a cell, patient

I’m burning at the stake, so whenever he smells Jason

I regulate, like a couple of

So shoot for something or fall for nothing like shell casings

Worth waiting, for fucking on five alive

Six times sicker than every senseless homicide

And like a quadriplegic, yeah I’ma ride on 'em

They wanted to battle, but I ain’t got the time for 'em

What is your focus, foe?

Fire away

Might as well, right?

Cause you can die any day

And by the way, burning black tops I be tarred in it

Like the second prototype of my bars are off minute

Y’all admit it, when y’all said it, that it, without a reason

I’m wondering why would they hate on me outta season

I’m looking around for something to put the trees in

And snatch my head off my shoulders to let 'the breeze in

We’s in the position of when, then again

We first must harness all the energy within

I’m still short of the duckets they wanted me to lend

And I got nothing to show for it but enemies

And it’s about to get worse, they wanna know

What does worse mean?

I’ll get back to you when the clock strikes thirteen

Kill 'em and let god sort 'em, I’m out, B

Repent and you can get the crown to heaven without me

(And it’s about to) get worse, they wanna know

What does worse mean?

I’ll holla back when the clock strikes thirteen

Fuck y’all feelings, position is face down, shit

I roll another one, then I light it for getting grounded

It’s about to get worse, when the clock strikes thirteen, thirteen

Deevil!