Cowbells and Complexes Lyrics

It's that mother fucking antichrist

Posted in your building

I might pull up in the dark of night

Corrupt all of your children

I might fuck and bitch and fuck her twice

Fuck this shit

Not acting nice

Rub her clit before she suck my dick

Now fucking pass the pipe

Pass the blunt to fucking pass the time

All these other rappers fronting

All that shit is fucking asinine

Dropping acid

Working verses like a mastermind

If you asking I'ma pull up with an axe to grind

Put a motherfucker in a tub full of bath salts

If you wanna try me you could end up in the asphalt

Never taking blame for your trauma

That's your dads fault

I'ma take it up a notch

I'm stacking up my cash vault

I been putting work in while you stayed in fucking jerking

Then you posted at the bar until the motherfucking last call

Sleeping on me that's a catastrophe

Akin to some blasphemy

The last thing you see before you blast off

So I just lay em down

I don't beat around the bush

I'm up in it

She making sounds she ain't never heard before and she ain't no herbivore

Lord as my witness

She threw it back for the clout

So I'm out and I'm back to my business

I'm sorry we finished

I'm on a mission and you aren't a part of it

Bitch I'm like Spartacus

Start the excision

Bitch I'm like Spartacus

And I'm going harder than a lot of you artists is

I'm doing bigger numbers than anyone in my city

But nobody fucking with me

When I pop off watch the whole world turn apologist

I was leaving corpses in the floorboards way before corpse ever had a forty foot billboard

I'm a mother fucking war horse

I'ma keep going till my motherfucking vocal chords are torn hoarse

Made a fuck boy run, boy run

Riding with the devil

I'm Satan's son

Lil Lucifer, Cobain's gun

Cant say Love but the webs been spun

I ride around spreading my venom

With the bad bitch

Black jeans

Blood-stained denim with the half stitched seams and the ripped knees in em

And we cant see past anything but winning now

Boy you ain't a friend of mine

Here's a plan

Rent a car

Drive right into the back of the pentagon

Lately I'm a bit of a villain

I could make a room walk like a young Sam Kinison, whoa

Dumb fuck gonna get iced like a Cinnabon

I been moving mountains while you flounder in the kiddy pond

Fuck the population

I'm in a spaceship

Pulling away cause I wouldn't take shit from anyone

So many people around me

Cant stand em cause 99p of you pussies is fake

Constantly talking that nonsense but honestly none of you leeches is padding my bank

I'll be the demon that lurks in your dreams and the feeling of lingering dread when awake

Spreading the plague in the same way

I do not how much more I can take

Made a fuck boy run, boy run

Riding with the devil

I'm Satan's son

Lil Lucifer, Cobain's gun

Cant say Love but the webs been spun

I ride around spreading my venom

With the bad bitch

Black jeans

Blood-stained denim with the half stitched seams and the ripped knees in em

And we cant see past anything but winning

No we cant see past anything but winning now

Made a fuck boy run, boy run

Riding with the devil

I'm Satan's son

Lil Lucifer, Cobain's gun

Cant say Love but the webs been spun