Soul Stainer

(Jah Eddy is ready bro)

Real soul stainer, knock 'em off of his axis
I ain't giving none of these niggas no passes
My foot on they necks, and i'm still on they asses
Bro having that Za, and this shit is the gassest
I don't want talk, ain't feeling the masses
Just know if I preach it, I certainly practice
I talk hella shit, 'cause I know I could back it
The bitch I fuck classy, bougie, and she ratchet
Probably influenced by Megan, but she ain't a stallion
West Indian Heritage, mixed with Italian
Yeah shawty the baddest, out ten she a thousand
Fuck like i'ma animal, showing my talent
Huh i'm getting it in, like if I got something to prove to her
Hold that thought, I ain't loose to her
But still a loose screw, I might shoot to her

Boom Bow, if I up I don't miss
Go 'head try and run, I bet i'ma still hit
That make it mo' fun, chase down with a stick
Brrtt Bah, when I stand over jit
Knock out his brain matter up out of his head
It leak on the pavement, I'm making a mess
I do what I do, and I do it the best
When the police on scene, they just scratch at they head
Don't know where to start, or who even to guess
No motive, no weapon, and no suspect
They could ping my phone, I was at my address
All black fit, and black hammer I dressed
Hell yeah, we gon' leave something stretch
And I bet on my aim, they won't make no arrests
You know how we coming, you know how we get
Soul Stainer take out from his chest
I'm fucking this bitch like a bear, until I bust hold up, hold up
Yeah smacking her ass and pulling all on her hair
She love my touch hold up
I'm not a average nigga she know an acknowledge
I'm rare as plush yeah
I whisper a whole lot of sweet nothings in her ear
Still making her blush yeah
God damn i'm not a normal nigga
During Post Nut Clarity murder be on my mind
And the shit happen damn near every time
But fuck it, i'm still on my grind
Ain't nothing gon' stop me, or waste none my time
Still riding the O, by lonely with iron
I'm busting yo' head, 'fore I let you bust mine

Real soul stainer, knock 'em off of his axis
I ain't giving none of these niggas no passes
My foot on they necks, and i'm still on they asses
Bro having that Za, and this shit is the gassest
I don't want talk, ain't feeling the masses
Just know if I preach it, I certainly practice
I talk hella shit, 'cause I know I could back it
The bitch I fuck classy, bougie, and she ratchet
Probably influenced by Megan, but she ain't a stallion
West Indian Heritage, mixed with Italian
Yeah shawty the baddest, out ten she a thousand
Fuck like i'ma animal, showing my talent
Huh i'm getting it in, like if I got something to prove to her
Hold that thought, I ain't loose to her
But still a loose screw, I might shoot to her

Yeah i'ma-i'ma real-i'ma real Soul Stainer
Soul Snatcher, Soul Steeler whatever you want to call it
Yeah it's a skull on my lighter leash, you know how we coming