SKINWALKER

Did I ask you?
Nah bitch, I am past you
All you soft as fuck, I'm chopping through you all like wagyu
Here's a ticket to the raffle in front of my castle
You are cattle
Wouldn't want to be ya when I see ya
Gonna put ya 100 meters
In the ground through the gravel

Back to my roots, back to the truth
Back from the future bringing all of my news
I Nissan zoom through the Ps and Qs
Ain't nobody gonna tell me what the fuck to do
Here's noose fo ya neck
Would you rather die by the tech
Or would you rather die by Spec
With a fist through chest?
Would you rather hide with vest
And highlight ya nature at best?
Put a pussy to rest

Did I ask you?
Nah bitch, I am past you
All you soft as fuck, I'm chopping through you all like wagyu
Here's a ticket to the raffle
Get 'em Frank Castled at the battle
Cannot wait to bring ya
To the bottom with the barrel
Gonna bring up all that peril
With the gavel

Annunaki mutilation
Why you talking through my patience?
I walk through desolation
I made this my presentation
Y'all ain't working on yo' legacy
They want to imitate me 'cause I got the remedy
They wanna copy, cover
I'm so jjeoreo
Coming to the top to shit down ya gutter

Running running 'round
Running 'round the opp
I don't really give a fuck about your kind you flock
Bastard kin tryna talk and walk
I don't got a fucking ounce of respect for you lot
You won't see my success
Everybody waiting, watching for what's next
They sucking my dick that's their quest
Put 'em to rest
Bullet holes through yo' chest, lil' bitch

Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?
Who you fucking with?



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin, Igor Poletaev
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