MOTH

Got that slut up in my basement
Blade equip just like I'm Jason
Whip my bitch just like a racist
I think that my soul is vacant
Got that slut up in my basement
Blade equip just like I'm Jason
Whip my bitch just like a racist
I think that my soul is vacant

Okay, I think my food is poisoned
No wonder they promote it
This shit will slowly kill you
Murdering, in fact, I'll prolly jump you

Get away don't fuck my vibrations
Never been a bitch so don't test me
My blade will cross thru yo throat hoe

My visions so distorted
Torture bitches while recording
I got nails through my palms like I'm christ
New my bitch in my vice
Grip her throat watch her quiver
Old blade in my glovebox
That licks on her liver

Grip my fucking glock
Now somebodies getting dropped
Gotta smile on my face while his body getting chopped
Grip my fucking glock
Now somebodies getting dropped
Gotta smile on my face while his body getting chopped



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Writer(s): Ash Delvecchio
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