BENT SPINE FREESTYLE
Wait, that's not right
(Why would you say something like that?)
You thought we gon fist fight?
I got the nine
I smell a homicide
I put yo body all up in the lake like it's pesticide
Bruises are bluer than yellow like best buy
Think you can rap but yo pen dry
Every night Halloween, bitch it is death night
Used to be golden, now I got a red knife
Hit it too hard and now she got a bent spine
Jus bought a ounce and now I got the red eyes
Pull up to the function, I smell like a dead guy
I got a shotty like ash up in Evil dead
All of you ghost, man, I ain't even seein them
I could let you live but I'm gon let you bleed instead
Say hi to the devil cus bitch, you'll be meeting death
I'm breaking the teeth again jus like a fiend for meth
I called yo shawty jus because I need the head
My mood feel like a drum switch
But my shit get a-round like a drum clip
All up in a dumb bitch, fuck this
I'm hatin what you playin so I'm shootin up the function
Eh
That's too many bodies to count so I guess that I had to estimate
I heard that you heard of my name and I know that you been afraid
Look at the tabs, I got ten to take
Got your IP now I send grenades
I'm on lobotomy, bending brains
Shawty on top of me, bending, aye
Who gonna stop me? I wreck the brakes
Aye
(Why would you say something like that?)
You thought we gon fist fight?
I got the nine
I smell a homicide
I put yo body all up in the lake like it's pesticide
Bruises are bluer than yellow like best buy
Think you can rap but yo pen dry
Every night Halloween, bitch it is death night
Used to be golden, now I got a red knife
Hit it too hard and now she got a bent spine
Jus bought a ounce and now I got the red eyes
Pull up to the function, I smell like a dead guy
I got a shotty like ash up in Evil dead
All of you ghost, man, I ain't even seein them
I could let you live but I'm gon let you bleed instead
Say hi to the devil cus bitch, you'll be meeting death
I'm breaking the teeth again jus like a fiend for meth
I called yo shawty jus because I need the head
My mood feel like a drum switch
But my shit get a-round like a drum clip
All up in a dumb bitch, fuck this
I'm hatin what you playin so I'm shootin up the function
Eh
That's too many bodies to count so I guess that I had to estimate
I heard that you heard of my name and I know that you been afraid
Look at the tabs, I got ten to take
Got your IP now I send grenades
I'm on lobotomy, bending brains
Shawty on top of me, bending, aye
Who gonna stop me? I wreck the brakes
Aye
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Writer(s): Pulp Evrgrn
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