#WelcomeToMisery #WTM by @Druhart Mixing and Mastering By @INIRecords Cover art by @Doom Immortals Track @Moderator_en @Bmbest @Bmvideo @Barz @RapFameOfficial #BarsImpressionDelivery #Banger #Horror #Misery #InDaWhip #FeatureMaterial @LegendaryChubbz @Tyrellgibson ................. Deep inside, confined, inside of Misery/ Literally, it's killing me, with no road to victory/ Picture me, with visionaries, hiding behind Histories/ hurt the ones who pick at me, with torture through Mystery/ taking pitty from ya envy, tongue out looking Slippery/ a serpent will tell you lies, in disguise with the Trickery/ In ya bed, giving head, like she Hillary/ Then get smoked like a roast, southern style Hickory/ On the table of fables, crafting up the witchery/ In da corner with valik, the Nuns got em Shivering/ In the trenches, under fences, speaking tongues with the Slithery/ prepare for what they give to me, with marsh in their Delivery/ Deep inside, confined, inside of Misery/ Literally, it's killing me, with no road to healing thy'/ Picture me, with visionaries, dark songs of Mercy/ Then pop out the box, drinking blood cause I'm thirsty/ inside this box, is torture in vein' inside the locks, scorpion flames' Repent for the sins, living in chains' Them sad songs of horror, stuck in ya brains' Capture the purity, looking for a soul' Trying to walk again, paving the road' Should of never started this box, of mystery/ ya soul is mine now, welcome to misery/ Scorpion flames', inside my brain/ hard to maintain with the madness off cane/ able to flip tables, humble I remain/ I rather crush your body poor da blood down the drain/ looking out your doorstep, contemplating four steps/ Soon you walk out, u just know that your next/ them whore sets, in Florida with your rep/ Thought u had it all on your new Ford flex/ your cortex Cortez will get hit like a vortex/ Put my whole arm in it, like it's horse sex/ Them courts where I step, courts I reject/ fuck the police, they be hating on the projects/ Deep inside, confined, inside of Misery/ Literally, it's killing me, with no road to serenity'/ Picture me, with visionaries, dark songs of Mercy/ And pat em the back like a Nursery/