Lyrics

this is a homicide,
Jesus Christ,
the Messiah said your saved,
but that means you’re gonna die,
and when you die,
I’ll be sitting right by your side,
like a clingy groom to bride,
smoking so much weed I’m krabby patty fried,
Stupid high,
“ThEy DoN’t FuCkInG LiKe Me” bitch cry,
On court documents blood lies,
Over court documents, blood lies,
Probs Charged on court documents for where I’ll let their blood lie,
Let ‘em slide,
A Message To Des Moines,
Pop Off, Hit The Gas, and Air It Out,
Un-Till I Die,
I’ll be Beard deep in some cream pie,
“ThEiR mUsIc LaCkS sUbStAnCe” Shut up small fry,
“SmAlL FrY, I cOuLd Do BeTtEr I dOn’T eVeN hAvE tO tRy”
Here’s the pen 🖊️
Go ahead and write,
shit,
you can come inside even use my mic,
record a whole track,
and still get buried by,
my Sleepy Keys,
because the Land Down Under been fuckin with me,
Oakleigh Tree,
MetaMasher’s identity,
Born to heal those who walk around headless, Kennedy,
Fuck it, an AK shoot a lot of shit,
fit a lotta fuckin bullets inside a banana clip,
so I ain’t gonna stop, I’ma let the bitch rip,
Cap’n Jack Sparrow blowin holes in errybody ship,
sink a killshot, cross map, shooting from the hip,
Post a pic on Facebook, and for twitter there’s a clip,
Feds see the posts and think I’m losing my grip,
Prosecutors drooling, bitches itching to convict,
Jesus Christ, in the courtroom, clutching a crucifix,
shit, I might even have a candlestick,
I learned how to 3D Print,
Ghost write your death with a piece of fucking plastic,
Before you step to me, read a book, scholastic,
and pray to God the shit you drop ain’t whiny and pedantic,
“Oh that’s rich from you, Hawk, every time you write, the word count could fill a room”
And?
I’ll keep on writing, penning glory, peace and love, mixed with doom and gloom,
because,
I write how I feel and capture portraits of the mood,
you can feel it when you read it, you just gotta listen dudes,
I am so much more than meets the eye, and promise you this Hawk will fly…
Jesus…Christ…THEY HAVE AN AK!!