Nasty
Molly, never loaded while I try to keep the peace
I'ma fuckin' wildebeest, I'ma eat you wit' my feast
Play some, play some metal, heavy metal
Blood all in my mouth, taste it from the fuckin' south
Ain't no tellin' what I'm bout'
I'm freak- I'm freakin' out
Can't you tell? While I hang you from a nail
Crossed is the lost, and I'm killin' with a clause
Ain't no, ain't no clue, fuck you too
Why you lookin' like a fool?
And on my chest, I think you are laid to rest
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Tossed the bitch right in the song
The murder is evil, the summons they done
I'm creepin' the phonk, the underground sound
The creep, no, sticking around
Give me the phone, I'll call you right now
Bust a shot up at ya' head
Freddie always make it dead
Make ya' take the fuckin' lead
I'm gonna kill you, I'm on a roll
Thinkin' bout aimin' the .44
Bustin' a shot at a dirty hoe
I don't think anybody want anymo'
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
I'ma fuckin' wildebeest, I'ma eat you wit' my feast
Play some, play some metal, heavy metal
Blood all in my mouth, taste it from the fuckin' south
Ain't no tellin' what I'm bout'
I'm freak- I'm freakin' out
Can't you tell? While I hang you from a nail
Crossed is the lost, and I'm killin' with a clause
Ain't no, ain't no clue, fuck you too
Why you lookin' like a fool?
And on my chest, I think you are laid to rest
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Play some metal, heavy metal, heavy metal
Tossed the bitch right in the song
The murder is evil, the summons they done
I'm creepin' the phonk, the underground sound
The creep, no, sticking around
Give me the phone, I'll call you right now
Bust a shot up at ya' head
Freddie always make it dead
Make ya' take the fuckin' lead
I'm gonna kill you, I'm on a roll
Thinkin' bout aimin' the .44
Bustin' a shot at a dirty hoe
I don't think anybody want anymo'
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
Just relaxin', just relaxin'
I just killed ya' bitch, she nasty
Ya' bitch she nasty, ya' bitch she nasty
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Deal, Chiara Hunter, Jack Ritchie
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