Serpent’s Sin Songtext
von Carter‐senpai

I′ve seen jealousy in the eyes of day-ones
Straining to be elated on the day they son came up
Like I don't always let y′all get a plate before I make one
But I'ma keep throwing heat
And let y'all niggas change up (Strike, three! Bam! See you later!)
Take what I say with a grain of
Agent Orange blazed up (Loud, loud, loud)
Each tale has two faces
And my side is the insane one
People take me serious
After they see the paystub
I been saying this shit
Why is capital validation? I ain′t gangster let′s face it, hardly gangster adjacent
Ain't no niggas jumping me
Then I rock with them later
But I sympathize with my haters
I apply the pressure being myself
I′m sorry homie, I can't help my amazing
No rim-grazers, every line I spit
You got to replay it
Gorgeous like my mama
Ain′t no shortage of want for my babies
I deport you from my circle- don't expect reinstatement
I do not expect to leave here
With all the niggas I came with (By-yee!)


Yo Anubis, let me ask you something
How much you think you my heart gon′ weigh
If I live for the money?
Ruthless and cunning, plotting and scheming
Tt's scary how easy it be coming
How I rhyme and I reason
My speech ain't just keeping you bumping
It got me jumping the bunny
Straight up to skiing the summit
Even without the beats
The crowds convene to catch every utterance
Had to cease chiefing them carts
′Cause I don′t know what they cut it with
You ain't post to get a headache
When you breathe in a budder hit- I′m blacker than pitch
Step off me Real Madrids
You rich and white?
My music might
Irritate your ears
You know what really grinds my gears?
People from the last century telling me how to live
How I throw in these meta-jokes hoping that you gon' get ′em
Going over some heads
Decapitate if you know the reference
When you done reading the Genius
Don't leave ya jaw on the deck, nigga
These songs are a response to a distress signal
From my adolescence
Well kid, you guessed it
Nobody else heard you
But don′t sweat it
Everyone who hold
True affection for you gon' try they best-est
To make sure your every breakfast is
Bacon egg and cheese
With a lemon tea beverage
And that anywhere that your head rest
Is comfy and warm- and still you gon' fall
To the deepest of depths
But while you scheduling death
Mom and dad
Gon′ pull you back from edge
Yet you′ll never forget the dread of feeling perpetually meh
Then you gon' pick up a pen and write some of the
Sickest sentences humans ever invented-ed
No shit, Carter could rip it
What the fuck you expected?
At the present, music my everything
I′m living a session- The data my senses collect
Turn straight into text with a cadence
To leave an impression
Dramatic pause

To let the feast I just served you digest