Song: Manifest
Artist:  Junior Chem
Year: 2021
Viewed: 22 - Published at: 4 years ago

Dispossessed, manifest, imma put you to the test
At first glance, game of chance, imma make you piss your pants
Fuck around, don’t back down, we are now on hunting ground
Second shot, afterthought, comin out like juggernaut

Hold your breath, grab your chest, you are bout get near death
On your own, methadone, cannot wait to hear you groan
Cymophane, lidocaine, you will fucking die in vain
Lay to rest, unsuppressed, you’re in cardiac arrest

Jump in and jump out
Hit you with bat no mike trout
Might commit a murder then dip out
Runnin real fast then i heard her
Screaming bloody murder gone further
Feet all muddy nose runny
Bout to cop a whip with no money
High as fuck and not funny
But that is just what i do
We will all see very soon
Just come and jump in the pool
Take a sip of this kool-
-aid lemonade drink til its gone
Then get paid
Throw shade
AFraid of the dark
Then I spark up a J
Smoke til my hairs grey
This is not a game
Imma hit you with this flame
And i won't stop til im at the top
But I'm never gonna drop
Like the bodies that I caught
Cuz you snitchin
Like a chicken
Gonna cook you like a broth
I’m King Vampire Moth uh






Pulling out the nine like a motherfucking boss
Got the canines in tow; put you on a fuckin cross
Call you Jesus, word to Genius, sorry for the inconvenience
You can’t beat us, you can’t freeze us, we’ll take all of your achievements

We take all ya dough and steal all ya clout
Hit ya with the hoe; You know what I’m about
Imma kill you with this flow imma make you fucking bow
You did this to yourself you wrote your own vows

Im a cold blooded killa, i leave you fuckin breathless
And you are just a psylla, it’s like you’ve got a deathwish
Your rhymes are so vanilla, and then I hit the low pitch
Like it’s game 7 in the world series and I just got a hit

Miss me with that bullshit that you’re tryna pitch
To these kids, they can’t tell the difference
Between real rap and this motherfucking fake shit
Repeating songs that you haven’t even writ
Go and sit down, underground, six feet deep
Crying to yourself out the window you will leap
Go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die
Like slim said in oh three, close ya eyes

Have the bitch break out the defibrillator
Restart ya heart so I can stop it later


Dispossessed, manifest, imma put you to the test
At first glance, game of chance, imma make you piss your pants
Fuck around, don’t back down, we are now on hunting ground
Second shot, afterthought, comin out like juggernaut

Hold your breath, grab your chest, you are bout get near death
On your own, methadone, cannot wait to hear you groan
Cymophane, lidocaine, you will fucking die in vain
Lay to rest, unsuppressed, you’re in cardiac arrest

( Junior Chem )
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