Therapy Session Lyrics - Decapitate a rapper than I’m eating what’s left, Hit up his momma like “I’m eating you next”, You bomb, I unabomb a track, ink strapped to my chest Every verse spitted two the chest, That bump stocks Like a broker, how each bullet in vests, Learn a lesson, then I tutor the rest, I’m alpha, Bet, stay schoolin like I’m glued to the desk, So cut the vet act, pup, we know you new to the pen/neutered the pen, These cats spayed Not an ace, little queens ain’t Jack, Wit a beat they lack, yet want me to peep the heat they jacked? Prometheus stat, long tale/tail, eyes beady and black Can’t tell half the time if y’all are snakes or rats, Blanks in mags, Y’all won’t do shit you just sound stuff, You v me’s skeet shooting, bitch ya rounds up, Fuck the rug from under you, I’m pulling the ground up, survival of the fittest money, getcha pounds up, Bitches surround us, but we ain’t really tripping right, Pri$e(🤜🏽🤛🏻) When we grip the mic nd spit it fight or flight, like they might, but they don’t, Dust get bitten, like a mite, So ain’t no competition left, They ain’t never got it right. Out of sight when I write, I’m underground, cold as hail, but I’m raining hell, better bunker down, Bitch I’ll put you/U in the grond, Like I’m spell checking, better book it, hotel check-in’s, I’m looking down at you Vegas crowds Nd if I ain’t gunned you down, nd hear a sound, I’m doubling back, To slit ya wrist, Remain the best, until you get the gist, Refutable yes, fuck I’m supposed to expect tho Real recognize real, nd y’all just real suspect, Fuck specs, but I got eyes behind my head, like i got four of’em, I seen them haters, they ain’t slick I’m just ignoring’em, A Dirty motherfucker, yet I put the cuss in custodian, When I spit shine the linoleum, rappers Im mopping the floor wit’em, stay rap attacking these youngins like I’m as old as them, insane rhymes from a strange guy, wit a crazed mind, age wise, ain’t no Dateline but at the same time, I’m bound to eat these little pussies up, nd risk jail time, Making HIStory when I write, That’s male/mail time, Known to envelop/e a sheet, wit ink, cold as sleigh rides, Vex wit my two cents, pens akin to a K thrice, Shit done been a nuisance/noose since it’s atcha throat, like a hate crime. Hey guys, it’s nese, stead to B.Frank keep it a benny, money you faker then benjis, This a canine to k-9’s, bitches snitching a plenty, Nd ain’t ya lucky day, if I pick up ya scent, like a penny, Cause I could smell a rat word to Vinnie, Back alley cat been the how when, I devour the coward, Cock it, like I’m trying to deflower the pussy, But my tulips, only here to make’em push flowers up, Daisies, on that day-z, man I meant a dead man walking, Shoot from the ground up, Coupe in the booth, you mount up, bitch I’m driven, out my lane witcha horse shit ridden/written Matter fact that’s the only way to you I could say good riddance/good writtens, Ten toes, till I’m six feet in it, they hate to dig it, waiting for me to quit it but I won’t. #SYLA 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽