Rushy, Rushy, Rush!

Say

Fck with the Soul? Then its a séance, Im speakin in tongues, its a dead language

Teach u, the king? Nah, Im on my papal sht, my Swiss Guard'll vanish ya

They think u goin nuts? Good, Im the squirrel, bury the evidence

Vasectomy dealt—snip-snip—u cant conceive the consequence

Your totem pole? More like a po'le, u at the bottom, Im the apex

ur death cant be healed, open-casket, sendin ur soul text

Im a hurt homie like hospitals, ICU-see-me-later

My mind is a patient, but its sick, a mental instigator

Time to dust em, no Pledge, jus lead, we aint friends, its a feud cousin

The bullets come dimes a dozen, thats a cheap price fo a dozen cousins

Im uh… what u dont kno how to measure

Nah, fck all that, Im in a different tax bracket of pleasure

Sometimes I find myself in a state, like Arizona, heat on the pavement

I kill somebody's career, then I kill somebody, fck a statement

I spill somebody's Remy, then I spill somebody, its a festival

Cus Im a real somebody, call me "Mr. Factual"

Im a maniac, Attic-ac-ac, u should prolly stop n think

u kno what comes after the body drop? The cha-ching n the body clink

U said Im zero? Oh thats cool, Im the O in this game, I ring around ur 1

I come before it, I run circles 'round it, Im the moon that blocks the sun

Im so much of a monster, I dont live under ur bed, Im the monster in ur head

The thought that creeps up, makes u check the locks twice 'fore u go to bed

Sometimes I lose myself in the state of mind where bodies spill

Spill truth like hospital sinks, real somebody—feel the chill?

Ask the streets who built the throne while y’all was countin bills

Starin sideways? Get off my wave, dawg—your souls on my kill list

Maniac? Maybe... stop now, why?

After the drop? Nah, not jus flies... news vans, chalk lines, mama's cries

u called me zero... "Oh, thats cool," I smile thru the rust

Still front of the 1—check the math

Blueprint bled on every page, start of this dynasty

They crown me king? Nah... u kno u NOT like Rushy

Monster level... should live under YOUR bed, boo

Creep in slow, jump out ya dreams—no mask, jus ghosts of u

Fck with Soul? Get devoured whole, no trace left, Rushy true

Teach ya lesson til fears overdue... (Uh!)

I spill my pain fo the world, no miracle fuel to take

Hospital halls echo where my familys hearts gave

Dimes a dozen bullets... but lonelier than any grave

King of the shadows—who ya save... when nobody’s brave?

Im so much of a monster, I dont live under ur bed, Im the monster in ur hea

Fck with the Soul... u get lost in it

Let Rushy teach u...

...the cost of it

Yeah...

Ooh...

Fo the Soul

"Rushyyyyyy"