Tarantula (feat. Ren & Chris Webby)

Tarantula, gang-gang, right from the stereo
Gargantuan, God damn, fit for a burial
A cannula from my wrist, sick material
A chronically ill sound for your aerial
I'll just let go, there's a crack in my design
Like an echo these thoughts replay in my mind
There's no safety, there's no rest, there's no sleep for the dead
And I hate these side effects that get left by the meds

I got the devil on my shoulder
And the weight might break my back
I'm losin' my composure and I might crack (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to)
Come so undone then (then my identity is)
Stuck inside this white room I painted black

Tarantula, bang-bang, contract the muscular
I'm venomous, sprang fangs right to your jugular
Cutting your brains on the rug and your blood on the comforter
Part of me's Peter Parker but bust my guns like The Punisher
I'm a rabid arachnid, I'm trappin' 'em in the web
Then I wrap 'em up like a package for afterwards in the shed
I'm carnivorous and the blood of these rappers is how I'm fed
Deliver death like Dexter, dark as the passenger in my head
And they know I'm a killer on the low
Patient double zero
Fuck a cheat code
My ammo's unlimited, I only stop when I got to reload
I'm twenty below and the blood in me froze
And I painted this room the only color I know
Yeah, I painted it black, it was dark as my soul
So fuck it, let's go

I got the devil on my shoulder
And the weight might break my back
I'm losing my composure and I might crack (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to)
Come so undone then (then my identity is)
Stuck inside this white room I painted black

(Brrah)

Whoa, back to back, you can't catch that flow
Counteract upon tracks that blow
Chiropractic, back snapping, fat bass gymnastics mash it up
Massive, bro
Casual, this shit easy, G
Ride the beat, c'mon you know me
Designed to be the best, need the rest to test me
Watch me rise up victoriously
Yeah, we back on that loose again
Representing that loony bin
Give a fuck if lose or win
When that spider bite go right through the skin
Venom hit when I strike the vein
Got a monster locked up inside my brain
And to wrestle with him's like fighting Bane
But I know that part of me likes the pain
Like a masochist spider, biting antagonists
Biting, inciting paralysis, vital signs of a pathogen
Striking deep in the artery
Peter Parker, but dark as the
Black and bruise on the mark I leave
Ren and Webb is the thread you see
We got time to kill
Murder on my mind, I'll give your spine a chill
Show up in Silent Hill
Bumpin' Twisted Metal, behind the wheel
We pose a threat
Pulling you under, hope you can hold your breath
And kill them all until there's no one left
Tarantula