Perfect Hit
Alright
Lets makes this quick now
I've been fighting for all of my life
So take my advice
It's not in me to stand down
Vamp bitch surfacing from my dark grave
Fangs round' your neck if you don't like how I behave
I'm sweet but my bite stings like venom
Been undead for years now it's time that I owned this whole thing
Stalking
Down the halls
Nigga you so dumb
You fucking ding-dong
Fresh sounds when Grenade's on the beat
Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep
Ha
Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep
I watch as the rain turns to ashes
You thought I was weak, but now you're frightened
Hands up for the undead crowd
You thought you killed us but we still scream loud
Hands up for the undead crowd
You thought you killed us but we stand up proud
Fuck the people who insist they are superior
Fuck the bitches and the Niggas who don't do shit
I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it
Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit
Now you know, that's my flow, that's the way I roll
And the grave, that I left, looks empty and cold
I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it
Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit
Lets makes this quick now
I've been fighting for all of my life
So take my advice
It's not in me to stand down
Vamp bitch surfacing from my dark grave
Fangs round' your neck if you don't like how I behave
I'm sweet but my bite stings like venom
Been undead for years now it's time that I owned this whole thing
Stalking
Down the halls
Nigga you so dumb
You fucking ding-dong
Fresh sounds when Grenade's on the beat
Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep
Ha
Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep
I watch as the rain turns to ashes
You thought I was weak, but now you're frightened
Hands up for the undead crowd
You thought you killed us but we still scream loud
Hands up for the undead crowd
You thought you killed us but we stand up proud
Fuck the people who insist they are superior
Fuck the bitches and the Niggas who don't do shit
I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it
Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit
Now you know, that's my flow, that's the way I roll
And the grave, that I left, looks empty and cold
I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it
Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit
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Writer(s): Gabrielle Hanson
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