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October, Part IV: Beyond the Gates of Lunacy (Feat. Special K)

by Tommy Wit Da Tone

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lyrics

Verse I: Yung Desolation

bangin with the homie special k down in the set
spit a couple rhymes, but I still ain’t get a check
got a couple problems, but I will not break sweat
going hard in the game like a muthafuckin vet
runnin at the mouth roll you back like cassette
see you talkin shit but never in the flesh
make a bitch go down lookin like a sunset
smokin muthafuckas like a fuckin cigarette
cut you with a blade like I’m wesley snipes
new jack city got you smokin crack pipes
creepin on the low like a vamp in the night
blood rains down in the club take a bite
violence and the anger it really makes me enticed
pour the gasoline, flick a match and it ignites
cats with the mice and the dogs that bite
watch the world burn and behold all of the sights
I do not give a fuck about anyone, anything
growing so bitter, the the taste is so dastardly
hatred personified, you are the enemy
left to die, pulled the plug, casket of leprosy
goin on a mission, boutta make another victim
disappear like a magician when you meet the mortician
under these conditions you will suffer with submission
got you locked up like a prison, bodily fumes got me sickened
give a muthafuck about a felony
I’m mentally insane and I’m derranged
bout to make you a bloodstain
stalkin through your hood, bitch I’m watching every step
before you make a move, I been knowing whats next
pop pop til ya drop, now yo body left to rot
drag em to the fuckin river and now you stankin up in the spot
shot with the glock, this relentless onslaught
where yo body is been turned to a parking lot

Verse II: Special K

Butcher baker nightmare maker, You know that joe mama is calling
so get on your bone shaker, make your rounds later
but you know that this shit only sweet cuz I’m lifes traitor
imma make a way to make you go away
know I know where you stay
always day dreaming put you 6 feet deep into the grave
you rot where you lay now that I lead you astray
water sign but I’m visceral, Jason, boy what’s your placement?
murder smell ripe when it comes from the basement
taps on the pavement then knock on your door without haste and bustin yo face in
I ain’t no simp, no I don’t do chasing
I lie in wait til I’m met with amazement
windbreaker weather so cold when them days end
you ain’t even know when I passed you by grazing
I’m the means to an end, I;'m the man with a plan
what the fuck I gotta do just to make you understand
with two hands I can put you under, descend
have your missing picture on the milk by the weekend
never see the end to the film, I’m that guy
real villain hours, evildoer til my soul dies
better take your aim hold steady that’s a bullseye
how’s your hearing rookie better get some Hi-Fi
living rent free in your head like Freddy
tied in the bed now it’s time to get messy
imma turn you to a man made myth like Nessie
better say your prayers now cuz I give no blessings
ashes on the dead, I’m evil til the end
I can’t think on it now, no more time to make amends
never the same, can’t stick with the trends
now everything’s alright, got no more loose ends

credits

released October 30, 2023
PROD. TOMMY WIT DA TONE

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