1. SPITE ME (FT. ANDREW TKACYK)

Go on and spite me, spite me, spite me

There will never be another mother fucker like me

Say my name cause you know, and it’s really hard to show it cause I fuck with it but I hate this shit

I wanna staple my name without the fame I ain’t about it. I ain’t about it

It’s like beating a dead horse
But it’s the price you pay, it’s the price you pay, it’s the price you pay
No loyalty, trust or remorse
It’s the price you pay. It’s the price you pay

I got nothing left to say, so I’ll lеt these songs fucking say it for me

Mothеr fucker cause you counted me out but I didn’t have a doubt about the shit I spit, cause I’m sick with it

In the shadows while I’m layin down the perfect little rhymes, got that book stick for you and claps nine times

Got that boom stick for ya and claps nine times. Here we go mother fucker

Fist full of dirt with a mouth full of truth but nobody will hear it

Fist full of dirt with a mouth full of truth

Ten toes down with my foot on the pedal
Floatin two bands steady with no help from a label

I got a sick reputation for murdering my tracks cause I kept my head up and never looked back

I ain’t goin nowhere mother fucker