Satan

Ever got a problem
Come and solve it
It's often my options Toxic
The chronic inside my Blatter
No matter
I'm on it
Talking is so exhausting
Your movements are what I'm watching
I'm Stalking my prey observing
The state you in

Halloween the way that I'm gon carve you up
Everybody sad cause digits, they don't make enough
I don't want to fake you out no I don't need a bluff
Pull the blade and cut your throat with just the slightest touch

I just torch with the flame I'm burning
Yearning for better earnings
The begging won't change your working
Lurking up in the back

That Sad silence that will attack
unpacking the baggage that
Makes you hide up and in the bath
With slices marking your arms so bad

What the fuck
Do you want from me
Who the fuck
Tryna bark at me
I will dig my thumbs into your temples
My rebels stay killing devils
But Medals are something that we don't meddle in

What bitch
What bitch
Who you fucking looking at
Shut your fucking mouth stop talking all that stupid crap
Stupid raps
Stupid raps
You pussies bitches stupid facts
He reacts
She reacts
No one thinks of their impact

Stay intact
Go get some more drugs so that they can distract
Got zero racks
But just go hit the outlet say I need some wax
Legs an axe
Chopping at your knees you won't be needing that
Handicap
I'll take your wheelchair to where the ocean at

What bitch
What bitch
Who you fucking looking at
Shut your fucking mouth stop talking all that stupid crap
Stupid raps
Stupid raps
You pussies bitches stupid facts
He reacts
She reacts
No one thinks of their impact



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Writer(s): Tristan Garcia
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