Storm's End
Wouldn't it be a shame
If I did the same thing that pitou did to kite and fuck with ya brain
Strap ya up and put ya body in my septic tank
Corpse rotten what the fuck would ya parents think
Don't you fucking taunt me
Yeah these bitches want me
They think I'm cute they like me too
Feeling like ted bundy
Don't play me for a dummy
It's a fucking Monday
Pulling like a zombie looking like solomon Grundy
Now just beware
I got these niggas scared
I Got them stumbling and tumbling up the stairs
Now just beware
Got these niggas scared
I Got them stumbling tumbling into my snare
The devil is a fucking liar and so am I
But that don't mean I fuck with the nigga cuz I do not
Kill you and myself at the same time
Spread your body parts all over my damn lawn
Fucking with me ya lost ya damn mind
Fucking with me ya lost ya damn time
Pussy ass nigga better stay inside
You don't wanna see me when I drive by
They yelling wha what's that
They falling for my trap
Don't make me mad
I'll snatch ya up by ya neck
They yelling wha what's that
They falling for my trap
Bitch Don't make me make
Bet I beat ya bitch ass
If I did the same thing that pitou did to kite and fuck with ya brain
Strap ya up and put ya body in my septic tank
Corpse rotten what the fuck would ya parents think
Don't you fucking taunt me
Yeah these bitches want me
They think I'm cute they like me too
Feeling like ted bundy
Don't play me for a dummy
It's a fucking Monday
Pulling like a zombie looking like solomon Grundy
Now just beware
I got these niggas scared
I Got them stumbling and tumbling up the stairs
Now just beware
Got these niggas scared
I Got them stumbling tumbling into my snare
The devil is a fucking liar and so am I
But that don't mean I fuck with the nigga cuz I do not
Kill you and myself at the same time
Spread your body parts all over my damn lawn
Fucking with me ya lost ya damn mind
Fucking with me ya lost ya damn time
Pussy ass nigga better stay inside
You don't wanna see me when I drive by
They yelling wha what's that
They falling for my trap
Don't make me mad
I'll snatch ya up by ya neck
They yelling wha what's that
They falling for my trap
Bitch Don't make me make
Bet I beat ya bitch ass
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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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