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killin' my soul - jarren benton lyrics

i was conceived in dracula’s lair
i’m cracking a hater upside his f-cking head with the back of a chair
his feet leaps back in the air
i rip the fur off the back of a bear
the blade’s precise i could chop off a patch of his hair
b-tch i am a god, riding on the f-cking handle bars
black bmx, ar15 tear you and your man apart
going like tony montana, they poppin’ them hammers, i fall off the banister
gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister
f-ck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me
where the f-ck where you? now you’re so proud of me
i’ve been on a grind, b-tch i don’t know how to sleep
my crew sick to a crucifix
smoking kush through a hookah stick
bite the bullet when the ruger spit
f-ck rap, b-tch i’m through with it
n-gg-s know when i was born to ball
[?]
light a stick of dynamite “tick, tick” bang and die right in front of ya’ll
i’m done with living
satan i’ll be there in a minute
how the f-ck you boxing with god b-tch when your arms are missing
no religion but my mom’s a christian
i had her tripping when she found my p-rn subscription
i’m on some different sh-t
and expensive whips with a different b-tch
i rip your f-cking lungs out with a plumber’s wrench
i don’t know a n-gg- living in his right mind that could probably stop me
n-gg- shook like a young b-tch in a room, f-cking bill cosby
mach five, n-gg- high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed
full the plug from the life support and the iv’s, n-gg- try me
came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth
thinking my name was cursed, i couldn’t get on, i felt so ashamed and hurt
i eat up everything until the f-cking reaper gets me
we in this b-tch but i still feel depressed and empty

the game’s got me in a venomous zone
it’s k!lling my hope, i don’t even feel it no mo’
sometimes i say f-ck this sh-t but i ain’t willing to go
stealing my soul, there’s reasons i can’t leave it alone (fo so)
my legacy i gotta leave it in stone (you know)
if these other n-gg-s did it we getting on (lets go)
these weak n-gg-s straight up k!lling my soul
that’s why i don’t even feel it no mo’
i ain’t vibing to it

from the moment my pen hit the page
my vision was getting on stage
dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase
you getting to big for your britches, remember your age
huh? what the f-ck that mean?
tell ’em doubt me they be reading ’bout me
all this p-ssion you would have to beat it out me
and they said i would never leave my county
k!ll that noise, i couldn’t let them breath around me
all i could ever see is drowning
all i could ever see is drowning
all i could ever see is drowning
now that ain’t no problem but nothing but sharks
i rob ’em, i never needed no help
i should dealt with the f-ck i felt
f-ck drowning, i became a shark myself
momma said keep your head up
my n-gg- said keep your head up
you hating n-gg-s went head up
i ain’t get fed so i’m fed up
get some was a proud day for every chick i got head from
i hope you follow, i’m drunk with power like it’s creatine in this red cup
lose it, now fuse it
it’s useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick
somebody hating, give two sh-ts
just make music till i got hot like when it’s humid in houston
f-ck, truth is i don’t even know why i do this
i done came so far but i still feel lost and about to lose it

as of lately my fire’s been lower
dizzy wright said i might
need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble
but that ain’t me so i’m digging real deep to write this sh-t
yo i’m at five percent
i hope my career does not die in limbo
i wake up just praying my fuse is lit
cause i don’t get hyped like i used to get
back when i would hop in the booth and spit
i’m too immune to this
stuck in my thoughts, am i a lunatic? (f-ck)
f-ck this music sh-t, what is hopsin? i don’t know who it is
i do give b-tches spontaneous hunger
and when i do there’s a cloud of raining and thunder
that you’d hate to get under
and when that happens ain’t no place to get comfort
i’m late for the monster, you may be a goner
i put listeners in the craziest slumber
a note to peasants, my vocal presence
is so perfect that fans get so obsessive
and cry to my sh-t but don’t confess it
when i’m in my zone you feel that power and p-ssion
my godly words can speak louder than action
and don’t forget it n-gg-

- jarren benton lyrics

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