Mommy Milk HALVSHADE

I walk the tightrope strung between the sane and the savage
My thoughts are war crimes, your whole career is just baggage
My voice is gravel mixed with codeine and battery acid
You play the thug, I am the consequence you can’t hack it
Tick-tock, time's up — your idols are hollow mannequins
I slit the throat of the beat, baptism in the rattlesnakes den
They talk about struggle, I am the struggle in flesh form
Your whole discography’s a calm before the cesspool storm
I twist the lens, make the mundane look like a snuff film
My silence cuts deeper than the noise when I go off-script
I’m the splinter in the marrow of this industry’s bone
You rent the image, I was born inside the cyclone
I built this temple out of broken glass and bad decisions
You read the script, I rewrite your whole religion
You want the crown? Come collect it from the sewer grate
I’m already ten moves ahead while you contemplate

Blood with the ,mommy milk, venom with the flow
This ain't a game, boy — this is my dark soul
You pray for mercy, I was born inside the hell
Dope in my DNA — welcome to the death toll
Blood with the ,mommy milk, venom with the flow
This ain't a game, boy — this is my dark soul
You pray for mercy, I was born inside the hell
Dope in my DNA — welcome to the death toll

My mind’s a mausoleum where the weak go to dissolve
I read your future in the rust stains and the moss
You chase the spotlight, I prefer the infrared
One wrong step and your legacy’s declared dead
I manufacture nightmares for the radio waves
You sing lullabies, I put the fear in the bass
My cadence is a straitjacket, my rhyme’s a straight razor
I leave your whole movement stuck in a glitch, no savior
You collect features, I collect fragments of souls
I turn the truth into a weapon that melts gold
This is pressure without mercy, style forged in neglect
You still count streams, I count the cracks in my own neck
The more you talk, the more your tombstone gets inscribed
I move in silence while you beg to be verified
This ain’t a genre, it’s a condition — incurable, fatal
You at the altar, I’m the snake inside the cradle

You hear that?
That’s the sound of the mask slipping
No more radio edits
No more clean versions

Blood with the ,mommy milk, venom with the flow
This ain't a game, boy — this is my dark soul
You pray for mercy, I was born inside the hell
Dope in my DNA — welcome to the death toll
Blood with the ,mommy milk, venom with the flow
This ain't a game, boy — this is my dark soul
You pray for mercy, I was born inside the hell
Dope in my DNA — welcome to the death toll