Bone Split
What, what
What can I say, I don't want to hear another fucking name
Lil this and that but when shit gets foreal, where the fuck you at
When I'm around y'all, my finger's always itching for the trigger
Don't need to say it louder, we know you ain't fucking killers
Break his shit, fuck his bitch, I'mma hit a switch
My Timb boots hit your jawline, get the fuck back in your line
I throw a fit, never flinch, I'mma lit the Bic
K9 tryna find your ass but the scent has pass and they gave up the search
Y'all motherfuckers always acting like you've made of body armor
While I'm here in the booth talking that shit just know that in real life
I would do so much worse to you and all of your fucking homies too
I'mma collect your bones and make a necklace with your fucking tooth
They drop 6 feet when I rise from my tomb
When it comes to this, you have no clue
I'm one step ahead, always outdo
Press play on your new shit, they just snooze
Got all my old shit still on loop
I been through Hell, expelled in the booth
Absorb the inferno, send it straight through you
Since I stepped on this scene, you've all been doomed
I'm the fear in your eyes when the darkness looms
Now the light's consumed
As the blood on my scythe shines bright in the moon
I'm the witch of the night, flyin' high on a broom
I'm Pennywise, this my red balloon
I'm the Skin-Taker, Skeleton Crew
They do what I say, and they comin' for you
Better prepare for the grave 'cause the day finna fade
Pop out of the shadows to your dismay
Smile on my face
Plottin' on the end of days
And if you didn't get the picture, I'mma take you out the frame
Always stay on point
Backflip in the needle pit from Saw II
Feel like Leatherface on the chase, decapitate
Make a mask out ya face
White chalk outline where ya life was erased
Bloodthirsty, got a taste
Now it's all that I crave
Hack into the mainframe
Highlight every name in Earth's database
Then I hit backspace
Stop pretending to give a fuck
If you used to look down on us
Don't need you riding my cock
You fake fuck
I don't want to hear your shit
And I don't want your money for a feat on your shitty fucking mix
What can I say, I don't want to hear another fucking name
Lil this and that but when shit gets foreal, where the fuck you at
When I'm around y'all, my finger's always itching for the trigger
Don't need to say it louder, we know you ain't fucking killers
Break his shit, fuck his bitch, I'mma hit a switch
My Timb boots hit your jawline, get the fuck back in your line
I throw a fit, never flinch, I'mma lit the Bic
K9 tryna find your ass but the scent has pass and they gave up the search
Y'all motherfuckers always acting like you've made of body armor
While I'm here in the booth talking that shit just know that in real life
I would do so much worse to you and all of your fucking homies too
I'mma collect your bones and make a necklace with your fucking tooth
They drop 6 feet when I rise from my tomb
When it comes to this, you have no clue
I'm one step ahead, always outdo
Press play on your new shit, they just snooze
Got all my old shit still on loop
I been through Hell, expelled in the booth
Absorb the inferno, send it straight through you
Since I stepped on this scene, you've all been doomed
I'm the fear in your eyes when the darkness looms
Now the light's consumed
As the blood on my scythe shines bright in the moon
I'm the witch of the night, flyin' high on a broom
I'm Pennywise, this my red balloon
I'm the Skin-Taker, Skeleton Crew
They do what I say, and they comin' for you
Better prepare for the grave 'cause the day finna fade
Pop out of the shadows to your dismay
Smile on my face
Plottin' on the end of days
And if you didn't get the picture, I'mma take you out the frame
Always stay on point
Backflip in the needle pit from Saw II
Feel like Leatherface on the chase, decapitate
Make a mask out ya face
White chalk outline where ya life was erased
Bloodthirsty, got a taste
Now it's all that I crave
Hack into the mainframe
Highlight every name in Earth's database
Then I hit backspace
Stop pretending to give a fuck
If you used to look down on us
Don't need you riding my cock
You fake fuck
I don't want to hear your shit
And I don't want your money for a feat on your shitty fucking mix
Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Tremblay
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