Lyrics Eye Zkreem - Godemis

Eye Zkreem

Harass a few when I’m passing through, I get it like a lifer
Still sitting on baby shit and on 'em with a brand new diaper
Finna get respect, feeling disconnected til I wreck the cypher
I’m tidal wavy alright I maybe, gotta pay the piper
Whoever claiming their work is worthy, better bet the penis
It’s safe to say Killer City raised me so I rep the meanest
And I won’t be cleanish you ever seen it, if you mean it say it
Don’t force that fork in that socket, stop it, I’m not to play with
I’m locked inside of a cockpit and I’m boutta cock and aim it
Failure’s the easier option but I’m opting not to claim it
I’m not more famous, ironic ain’t it, I’m not complaining
The tables turning, ya girl is burning, blame Usher Raymond
What I’m on is some total other shit, get a puff of it
Nah fuck it, get another hit
Finna beam me up on the mothership on some other shit
Cause I’m back and I don’t give a fuck about who ain’t loving it
No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me
No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene
Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream
Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream
Murder with 'em when I say go
Then I get 'em in the right mood
Villain shit up with the O’Shea
Then I hit 'em with the Ice Cube
Killer in 'em with the haiku
Up until I get a pie too
Just cause I don’t like dude
That don’t mean that I gotta fight dude
I’m a low life and then some
Going out for the income
Hit next with the chin check
Finna get wet with the big gun
MC’s better lay low
Beef came with the queso
We see what it ain’t so
We reach for the pesos
I’m word up to the ayo
Foreguard till the day go
Rappers getting ate up
And washed back with the Faygo
No won’t let a day go
Bye till I get my bag
Even though stakes high
They still lower than the price tag
Got knocked off, came right back
Like blaow, bitch how you like that
Thrown out like the baby
With the bathwater in the bike rack
Y’all might get a mic snatched
Now why’s that?
That’s a rhetorical question like why rap?
No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me
No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene
Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream
Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream
Haters labeling him overrated
Now I’m motivated every minute man
Getting at it, feeling diplomatic
Till I stick a prick up in a ceiling fan
Dealer let a nigga get a hand
Overstanding I don’t got a bread
Godemis gotta go body somebody
While Donnie come up with another plan
Jumping out the motherfucking gym
And I don’t gotta tell 'em when I’m finna land
Grab a chick by the pussy
Promise not to kill her till I get her in the van
Kicking up a can cause I can
Fucking up a couple hundred grand
Riding dirty with the other hands
Till the day I’m buried in the motherland
Everything been streamlined
So it’s christine, pristine time
Sipping this thing, it seem fine
I’ma dismiss this rewind
Got a buzz like a killer bee hive
Finna get work like Steve Jobs
If your infront of me, wanna flee fine
Pick 'em up when they running behind
D to the E-S-T-R to the motherfucking O
Cap finna rap KC, y’all take another upper soul
Strange is the label that pays me, tidal wavy daily
Going out till I get a bag, when they gotta play
Hit 'em with the gravy
No rubber gloves and no cotton swabs gonna help you find me
No fingerprints and no DNA when he left the crime scene
Here comes that butane inside that lighter, for the pipe dream
Try me, hit you with a right beam, then I melt right through, you are ice cream
Ahh!