Rushy... Rushy... Rush!

Rushy the demon, I sip on the ether,

She said she a soul snatcher, I call her my reaper...

Told shorty Suck me to death like a vac-seal,

She read it in braille—now my bones in her meal!

Im ghost in the field, she too deep in the loam

Now my spirit textin her "Btch, Im home!"

She said she want my soul, I was laughin at 1st

Then she pulled out the Ouija—now my aura dispersed!

This aint no typical ménage, we spectral

Her mouth a black hole, my dck metaphysical!

She on some voodoo sht, lips like a coven

I came as a man, left as a portion!

Now she walkin round talkin in tongues, thats my dialect

My corpse in her closet like last seasons collection!

Deadasss, she a cannibal, gourmet my essence

Im flossin in the afterlife—dental records my necklace!

She say "Rush, u the GOAT," Im like "Boo, Im the ghost"

My haunt game so strong, TV’s turn off when I post!

She suck the soul out the pen, now the ink bleedin...

Rushy a legend—both meanings

Rushy... Rushy... Rush!