Ahem
Babyeater
Sharth-Toof
Manor Mixtape

I'm like Spider-man with Mary Jane, I'm loving that shit
Roll up with a vicious clan, I've been handling real shit
Think your mind and speak your verse
The only the box I ask for is the hearse 'cuz I've been killing these bitches
Refilling the clip and cock back
Venomous lyrics spit in the heart of the enemies
Leaving them on their knees
You ain't a friend to me bitch
Don't fuck with me
(Grew up in the manor with a Killer Mentality)

Manual labor for pennies really isn't suiting me
Can't buy no buy penny loafers and no water and no food to eat
Preliminary hearings on my record 'cause I'm reckless
Manor keep on leaving me defenseless, I'm looking a fool to beat
Bitch, I look approachable to you?
I'm looking at your rollie and that chain and your lexus
Mother Nature is a temptress so I'm aiming at you
I don't really wanna do it but I gotta
Fail to comply, receive two in your medulla oblongata
Feeling like Grotti
Institutionalized into this lifestyle
Forced to sling dope to get some food on my plate
It won't be this way forever, I swear
So many inner demons, feeling like a nightmare
Hellfire in my future, going to the devils lair
For sins I didn't wanna commit
Did it for the family, they heir to a throne, lil bitch

Wake up, I'm the king of the soul
Try to keep up with my lyrics, don't get left in the cold
You know the name it's T Vinci, know that I never fold
I pick ya brain, pull it out, have you watch it unfold
Behold, dropping hits from the left and the right
Chopping all these other niggas 'til there's no one in sight
Pitch Black like the night, know I put up a fight
And take a seat while you watch me flying up like a kite (Woah)
Pick it up and drop it down like it's a hammer though
Seeking through these lyrics got you thinkin' 'bout my Gali flow
Souring through the stars got me feeling astronomical
Watching with three eyes got me seeing all illusions though
Washing out all the haters call me toothpaste
Leave them Crying in the Club on a Tuesday
Put a bullet in your head call that a cold case
I ain't ever gonna let my talents go to waste

I'm like Spider-man with Mary Jane, I'm loving that shit
Roll up with a vicious clan, I've been handling real shit
Think your mind and speak your verse
The only the box I ask for is the hearse 'cuz I've been killing these bitches
Refilling the clip and cock back
Venomous lyrics spit in the heart of the enemies
Leaving them on their knees
You ain't a friend to me bitch
Don't fuck with me
(Grew up in the manor with a Killer Mentality)

Swords and daggers to test your mortality
Babyeater with me and soldiers all around me
Raised from from the Shaolin, got wicked lyrics
That're smooth like the sword and the style I bring with it
Danger approaching, call you a witness
So I'm killing you bitch, that's why I'm on god's shit list
So bring down his holy ass to meet George Pimpin'
And sell his ass out to the devil then I'm finished

Manor Mixtape
Sit the fuck back down
Let the shit run
Ha, yeah