Crazy Time(prod. Syndrome)

Verse:

Shade Evil got the works spinning like a clock/

Boxed the game like a decapitated head just to make bread/

I mean cash so empty your pockets,dont forget your wallets/

Slip up,trip up, I dont care just git up and spit it/

I got it locked so I'm ill when i kill it like a psycho thats who I am yo/

hell has No return to earth but I came back evil,worse than before/

My shits ancient like magical lore opening hells doors and fucking elven whores/

Got AoR here so Imma flip the whole bar and melt it to tar/

My shits smooth like butter but goes hard. it bounces back like rubber/

Your brain be grilled like a burger call it 3rd degree murder/

With a side of cannibalism trapping your mind/

Your eyes go first,blinded now you know I'm two sided like a coin/

Cut you up and fry the shit like a sirloin steak meduim rare/

The shit I say aint fake so dont compare zero chance to care/