Miss-communicated, got you waiting, you don't seem to see the sun setting
Please, walk away from these thieves inside the templke of disease
You deceased, saturation bleeds
You freeze, frozen in the breeze
Account frozen by the fees
First they take your eyes
Make their next move a surprise
Where next do they slice?
Open up a prize, pinata demise
Intestines, suffocating on your bile
Wrap it up like an 8 Mile
Bury you inside the nile
Eyelids removed, arms gone
I'm defiled
Mob hit, issa mob hit
Mafia shit with the tommy gun clique
Youse a John Doe now
No face recognition bitch, you got hacked by the fucking tommy gun clique
Dillinger shit
Outta jail free with no fees
Walk right out the penitentiary with the bs
Stars in the night, tattooed on my knees
Ain't no god in the sky, I decide to believe
Ay agnostic or atheist, I'm playing this, no praying bitch, I'm displaying this vulgar power with hatred fueled fists and shit
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021
Infusing his trademark style with trap, this London jazz drummer-turned-rapper and producer is playfully sharp-edged on his new single. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2019