Lyrics Picturesque - Godemis, Godemis feat. Louiz RIP

Picturesque

Uhh!
D double E-V, fuck you, bitch
You know what
I’m something like a black Republican, money I got coming in
Word to the soul and my body with no governin'
You too stupid to notice it boys wasn’t it
That’s why I’d rather kick it with the riches and form covenants
I put a hole in the skull of your corpse, cover it
I’m Kylo with the dark of The Force, double it
And what I’m teaching is leaking with no subbing it
I blind a father-fucker and lead him to where the oven is
A cross-bearer who’s repping, the dorks fuck with it
Heat up the kitchen, I’m whipping up, blood’s bubblin'
I’m hitting all of ya pictures go towards doublin'
And I’m bout to come again, better duck if you’re coming in
I’m one of the ugliest motherfuckers who won again
Happen to lap 'em in slumber under the sun again
Son of a gun who make Stevie Wonder go under win
They tryna sniff him out and he die and they keep it under wind
You should’ve killed me then, stupid
You should’ve killed me then, dummy
You should’ve killed me then
Bet you gon' live to regret you didn’t kill me then
You should’ve killed me then, maggot
You should’ve killed me then, faggot
You should’ve killed me then
Now you’re living to regret you didn’t kill me then
I’m something like a black Republican, money I got coming in
Funny how the picked on kiddies become troubled men
Then they turn to big tall niggas who all pissed off bitter
We lost our long necks in a Kriss Kross member
Hella ignorant, hated for being different
Memorized every letter in Heath Ledger’s death certificate
Jealous I’m less significant
They keep telling me Z’s better than Rip
Cause he’s selling the records and keeps making the hits
I’m taking my fist and making a grip
I’m ready to split the bet of your lip
I’m severing competitor shit
I bet I won’t let up until I get fed up of seeing you winner
Fuck what you said, I get better and better
A blunt to the head and I bet I won’t get up
I’m ducking the feds, I went to lunch with a friend
I swear it felt like a setup
That’s the shit that leaves ya papa worry
Dear mama, your son is not returning
The problem is his body’s burning
I could’ve shot him but I’m not a murderer
So I just dropped him in a fucking furnace
You should’ve killed me then, stupid
You should’ve killed me then, dummy
You should’ve killed me then
Bet you gon' live to regret you didn’t kill me then
You should’ve killed me then, maggot
You should’ve killed me then, faggot
You should’ve killed me then
Now you’re living to regret you didn’t kill me then