[Hook: Mr. Porter] The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash - (Pain) I'm running from my past - (Bane) That's why I wear the mask This blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash You don't get the picture, it could be going to flash - (Pain) I'm running from my past - (Bane) That's why I wear the mask
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter] Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah) Package the rejects (yeah) Actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jects Naturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh) That’s why I’m in yellow and green Trap [?] (uh) No I don’t trust these hoes, nigga (uh) Say they lovin you will turn you to a gold digger (Bane) What the fuck you ask me for a dollar for? Shooting the gym? I ain’t ballin' ho What I look like, any baller you know? (Bane) Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettle Black shit turned the pot higher [?] but I’m a hard buyer Keep shit movin' like a car tire What you want a necklace I’ll make you a chain out some barbed wire
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[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I got his Earth on my shoulders Real life for rappin' If you threw the planet at me I’d headbutt it and crack it On another tax bracket And I been cleanin' my house But my old habits are in the attic, I’ll pull em out And keep reminding y'all you ain’t got it all Devil keep pulling me by the drawers Not at all amazed at these haters You’ve seen my catalog, speaking and we keep Flying over like an cannonball Think I’m this comical, swag follower Just rhyming over beats While these leakers suckin' all of us off (hell no) Still got your mama covered in vomit in my cellphone Y'all really got me fucked up What you mixin' up in that cup? What the hell you sprinkle in that blunt? .44, make him sober up
[Verse 3: Bizarre] I got an addiction to all these prescriptions Need a interventions, someone to listen Catholic or christian, fuck your suspicions (Bitch! Gimme my molly and stop bitchin'!) Turn it up (turn it down) I be blowing on half a pound Pass it around and pass it around Merry go-round, merry go-round She say she love me, but this bitch is ugly (Shit, you ain't know it) I'mma still let her fuck me
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[Verse 4: Kuniva] They say the devil is a liar Nigga don't worry 'bout that loud mouth Bumping his gums and babbling Watch for them quiet niggas On the real, you should come ride with us Cool on this ride like Optimus My back is a singe got your facts all crossed up, no Swastikas Fadin' in and out of my consciousness Trynna fight this feeling I’m conjurin' That's why I wear a hat so low with a mask Really feelin' like the Lochness No bullshit, these bitches are more grimy Than [?] slimy Had my little homie stretched out, death untimely Need I remind me? Hold up Yo, don’t get doped up Heard rumors that niggas wanna clap at me Well actually, I was just over there Niggas ain’t really do jack to me That’s why I keep this mask on, straight face Only thing that’s missing is my [?] get my Runyon Ave soldiers
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