Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics to Leech

Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup

Bitch this blood and juice

Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose

Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced

Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you

Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move

Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-

Spiked vodka from the shot glass

Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off

Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off

Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off

Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off

Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov

Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson

Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple

Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled

Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental



I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech

Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth

In a minute turn a supper to a feast

Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see



Two-faced nigga

Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner

Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him

Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes

Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus

You, sir went and got lost with a compass

Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds

Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga

Bombs dropped

Two-faced?

Nah, my intentions multifaceted

Bypass yellow tape

Wind back black, low quality cassette clips

Cast mind back to my actions

That's reality, faulty acid trips

I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with



Ostracize opportunists

Often like knights button tunics

No shining, speckless armor

Check the armoire

Obsessed with garments

Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics

I'm guilty, kill me

Lacking proper judiciary/every

Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense

Leave themselves open to dirty leeches

Churches preaching

Serpents, demons

Chat about Baphomet

Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em

Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing

Absurd for even

Considering I'm perfect

Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh

Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures

Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened

Nigga



I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech

Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth

In a minute turn a supper to a feast

Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see