Tarantula

Tarantula, gang-gang, right from the stereo

Gargantuan, goddamn, fit for a burial

A cannula from my wrist, sick material

A chronically ill sound for your aerial

I'll just let go, there's a crack in my design

Like an echo, these thoughts replay in my mind

There's no safety, there's no rest, there's no sleep for the dead

And I hate these side effects that get left by the meds

I got the devil on my shoulder

And the weight might break my back

I'm losing my composure, and I might crack (yeah)

And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to)

Come so undone then (then my identity is)

Stuck inside this white room I painted black (brr)

Tarantula, bang-bang, contract the muscular

I'm venomous, sprang fangs right to your jugular

Cutting your brains on the rug and your blood on the comforter

Part of me's Peter Parker, but bust my guns like The Punisher

I'm a rabid arachnid, I'm trapping 'em in the web

Then I wrap 'em up like a package for afterwards in the shed

I'm carnivorous, and the blood of these rappers is how I'm fed

Deliver death like Dexter, dark as the passenger in my head

And they know I'm a killer on the low

Patient double zero, fuck a cheat code

My ammo's unlimited, I only stop when I got to reload

I'm 20 below, and the blood in me froze

And I painted this room the only color I know

Yeah, I painted it black, it was dark as my soul

So fuck it, let's go (ah!)

I got the devil on my shoulder

And the weight might break my back

I'm losing my composure, and I might crack (yeah)

And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to)

Come so undone then (then my identity is)

Stuck inside this white room I painted black (brrah)

Whoa, back to back, you can't catch that flow

Counteract upon tracks that blow

Chiropractic, back snapping, fat bass gymnastics, mash it up, massive, bro

Casual, this shit easy, G

Ride the beat, come on, you know me

Designed to be the best, need the rest to test me

Watch me rise up victoriously

Yeah, we're back on that loose again

Representing that loony bin

Give a fuck if I lose or win

When that spider bite go right through the skin

Venom hit when I strike the vein

Got a monster locked up inside my brain

And to wrestle with him's like fighting Bane

But I know that part of me likes the pain

Like a masochist spider, biting antagonists

Biting, inciting paralysis, vital signs of a pathogen

Striking deep in the artery

Peter Parker, but dark as the

Black and bruise on the mark I leave

Ren and Webb' is the thread you see

Got time to kill

Murder on my mind, I'll give your spine a chill

Show up in Silent Hill

Bumpin' Twisted Metal, behind the wheel

We pose a threat

Pulling you under, hope you can hold your breath

And kill 'em all until there's no one left

Tarantula