Feast on Hand
Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
Why the fuck I always wanna run for a minute, ay?
You ain't lookin' in my eyes, I intimidate
Tell you how the fuck it is, whatchu finna say?
You gon' walk away, you gon' walk away
Bedside head, I get it from yo bitch, yeah
East side, west side, trappin' in the daylight
Weak mind, free, nah, you a lil' sheep, ah
Fecal, please don't fuck around, get shit on
Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
Psycho motherfucker, wrong my blood you get that fah, fah, fah
Fuck up out my face before I fuck around and pop, pop, pop
Pop a motherfucker, rock a motherfucker, uh
I'ma cocky motherfucker, watch you motherfuckers fall
I'ma dope man wit' a cut on my hand
Never wash that blood, boutta pillage yo land
Got a feelin' you ain't what you preach to the man
You gon' feast on the hand then proceed to complain, uh
Boy, could you tell me how to be irrelevant?
Grey be the revenant, cut through yo ligament
Cut through yo filament, open yo body
Proceeded to fillin' it with all my sentiment, uh
Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
Why the fuck I always wanna run for a minute, ay?
You ain't lookin' in my eyes, I intimidate
Tell you how the fuck it is, whatchu finna say?
You gon' walk away, you gon' walk away
Bedside head, I get it from yo bitch, yeah
East side, west side, trappin' in the daylight
Weak mind, free, nah, you a lil' sheep, ah
Fecal, please don't fuck around, get shit on
Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
Psycho motherfucker, wrong my blood you get that fah, fah, fah
Fuck up out my face before I fuck around and pop, pop, pop
Pop a motherfucker, rock a motherfucker, uh
I'ma cocky motherfucker, watch you motherfuckers fall
I'ma dope man wit' a cut on my hand
Never wash that blood, boutta pillage yo land
Got a feelin' you ain't what you preach to the man
You gon' feast on the hand then proceed to complain, uh
Boy, could you tell me how to be irrelevant?
Grey be the revenant, cut through yo ligament
Cut through yo filament, open yo body
Proceeded to fillin' it with all my sentiment, uh
Blade all black, flickin' ash in the graveyard
Wait, don't matter, finna end up in the basement
Face on mat wit' a match to the face, yeah
Grey, kick a ladder, wait to feelin' that sensation
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran
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