IAN MCKINLEY
Get on the ground, wanna see where your brain is
Wanna fuck your head up, wanna see you brainless
Blood on the metal, but this shit is stainless
You'll be a corpse, you're not destined for greatness
Wanna see him bleed, and i got a couple reasons
Flesh on the ground, give a fuck about a season
Satan don't like me, i'm a devil's reject
All about violence, fuck every pretense
Split a motherfucking head open, life fade from his eyes, think he dead, oh shit
Think i got a soul, well i been soulless, blood piling up like water in a fuckin ocean
Blade in your ribs, and i might post it, get the blood on my hands and i might show it
Niggas don't want war, and i know they know it, fist slam in his chest, now he like
"Oh shit"
Whoa, whoa
Step on his knees, now i wonder why he walking like that
Whoa, whoa
Send him to his homies, and that nigga gon limp right back
Whoa, whoa
See you as prey and that means that i wanna attack
Whoa, whoa (Umbai)
Hit the cunt in his back
Tryna land a face punch
Tryna get him fist fucked
Niggas talk, out the side of they face, but i never gave one fuck
Umbai comes, they go duck
Watch your mouth, don't get touched
I am just a fuck up
That means you'll get fucked up
Say what i want, niggas ain't ever speak back
Niggas is bitching cuz i only speak fact
Fucking with me, and you might have to be cracked
Fucking with me, i might break off your kneecaps
Walk with my hand in a fist, so what
Niggas gon talk like a bitch, fuck up
Niggas is tryna be friends, uh-uh
I think i'm seeing a fight, uh-huh
Whoa, whoa
Step on his knees, now i wonder why he walking like that
Whoa, whoa
Send him to his homies, and that nigga gon limp right back
Whoa, whoa
See you as prey and that means that i wanna attack
Whoa, whoa
Hit the cunt in his back
Wanna fuck your head up, wanna see you brainless
Blood on the metal, but this shit is stainless
You'll be a corpse, you're not destined for greatness
Wanna see him bleed, and i got a couple reasons
Flesh on the ground, give a fuck about a season
Satan don't like me, i'm a devil's reject
All about violence, fuck every pretense
Split a motherfucking head open, life fade from his eyes, think he dead, oh shit
Think i got a soul, well i been soulless, blood piling up like water in a fuckin ocean
Blade in your ribs, and i might post it, get the blood on my hands and i might show it
Niggas don't want war, and i know they know it, fist slam in his chest, now he like
"Oh shit"
Whoa, whoa
Step on his knees, now i wonder why he walking like that
Whoa, whoa
Send him to his homies, and that nigga gon limp right back
Whoa, whoa
See you as prey and that means that i wanna attack
Whoa, whoa (Umbai)
Hit the cunt in his back
Tryna land a face punch
Tryna get him fist fucked
Niggas talk, out the side of they face, but i never gave one fuck
Umbai comes, they go duck
Watch your mouth, don't get touched
I am just a fuck up
That means you'll get fucked up
Say what i want, niggas ain't ever speak back
Niggas is bitching cuz i only speak fact
Fucking with me, and you might have to be cracked
Fucking with me, i might break off your kneecaps
Walk with my hand in a fist, so what
Niggas gon talk like a bitch, fuck up
Niggas is tryna be friends, uh-uh
I think i'm seeing a fight, uh-huh
Whoa, whoa
Step on his knees, now i wonder why he walking like that
Whoa, whoa
Send him to his homies, and that nigga gon limp right back
Whoa, whoa
See you as prey and that means that i wanna attack
Whoa, whoa
Hit the cunt in his back
Credits
Writer(s): Umbai Parker
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