CoaastGxd - 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

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