HELLBOY (feat. SMRX)
Uh
Uh, Bow bow bow
Barf uh
Vomit uh, I need crack really bad
Comet
Uh uh uh
How you feel how you feel
In the field with that steel aye
I like killing in the dark right farsight
How many scalps I peeled? huh
Bet a nigga gon get frostbite false life
I cannot find no chill huh
Onomatopoeia bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya
Even if your name was Bill
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
Welcome to the catacombs
Souls they scream in agony
I been sinning on my own
Think my mama mad at me
Trap house trap house
Bitch this a crack house
In my mind is a mofucking mad house
Run up black out
I don't even know
If I killed that nigga or he mofucking passed out
Use the same razor when I shave my face
From when your mama got her throat slit
Home all alone shot ya pops in his dome
Tryna pray what you think you're saving
Ha ha
What ya think you're saving
Ha ha
God hates his creations
God is a creator not a boss
But if humans not divine tell me how the lines cross
Nothing in your life is real
I just forgot how to feel
Your bitch I'm about to kill
How that make you fucking feel
How you feel how you feel
In the field with that steel aye
I like killing in the dark right farsight
How many scalps I peeled? huh
Bet a nigga gon get frostbite false life
I cannot find no chill huh
Onomatopoeia bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya
Even if your name was Bill
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
Uh, Bow bow bow
Barf uh
Vomit uh, I need crack really bad
Comet
Uh uh uh
How you feel how you feel
In the field with that steel aye
I like killing in the dark right farsight
How many scalps I peeled? huh
Bet a nigga gon get frostbite false life
I cannot find no chill huh
Onomatopoeia bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya
Even if your name was Bill
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
Welcome to the catacombs
Souls they scream in agony
I been sinning on my own
Think my mama mad at me
Trap house trap house
Bitch this a crack house
In my mind is a mofucking mad house
Run up black out
I don't even know
If I killed that nigga or he mofucking passed out
Use the same razor when I shave my face
From when your mama got her throat slit
Home all alone shot ya pops in his dome
Tryna pray what you think you're saving
Ha ha
What ya think you're saving
Ha ha
God hates his creations
God is a creator not a boss
But if humans not divine tell me how the lines cross
Nothing in your life is real
I just forgot how to feel
Your bitch I'm about to kill
How that make you fucking feel
How you feel how you feel
In the field with that steel aye
I like killing in the dark right farsight
How many scalps I peeled? huh
Bet a nigga gon get frostbite false life
I cannot find no chill huh
Onomatopoeia bitch I wouldn't wanna be ya
Even if your name was Bill
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
G-g-go g-g-go
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Decker
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