Full Metal
(Full metal terrorist)
(Full metal)
(Yeah)
Full metal terrorist, running in
Bomb strapped to my chest
Never need a mulligan
Got my chains on, that shit heavy
I go pop just like confetti
Blow up like it's Boston
Neck a bloody fountain
You fuckers wanted more, so I'm offering
TOWKN on track, where's Yato?
Oh I offed him
I might shoot shots, I don't know yet, maybe
When the strain kicks in, Imma be hazy
But, no more reminiscing
Imma hit the competition
Couple off shots, but I'm hoarding all the ammunition
Hit the opp shop, stock up on brand new compositions
Don't compare us, I create
You dick ride and imitate, yuh
Hit you with a full clip, it's a full metal jacket
Big suit, armour on, Alphonse Elric
Oh you too mean, sorry it's a habit
Fuckers on my nuts like they trynna get a packet
Butterfly comb, flip it then I clip it
Pussy boy sporting gimmicks
Makes me wonder bout your vision
Like 20/20, I'm infectious
I drop plenty, plenty
Expectations, light em up with a semi-semi
Like Bateman, get the axe to your head
Leave the scene, I was simply not there
I don't care, but you fuckers wanna be in the range
Imma have to teach you about equivalent exchange, yeah
(Full metal)
(Yeah)
Full metal terrorist, running in
Bomb strapped to my chest
Never need a mulligan
Got my chains on, that shit heavy
I go pop just like confetti
Blow up like it's Boston
Neck a bloody fountain
You fuckers wanted more, so I'm offering
TOWKN on track, where's Yato?
Oh I offed him
I might shoot shots, I don't know yet, maybe
When the strain kicks in, Imma be hazy
But, no more reminiscing
Imma hit the competition
Couple off shots, but I'm hoarding all the ammunition
Hit the opp shop, stock up on brand new compositions
Don't compare us, I create
You dick ride and imitate, yuh
Hit you with a full clip, it's a full metal jacket
Big suit, armour on, Alphonse Elric
Oh you too mean, sorry it's a habit
Fuckers on my nuts like they trynna get a packet
Butterfly comb, flip it then I clip it
Pussy boy sporting gimmicks
Makes me wonder bout your vision
Like 20/20, I'm infectious
I drop plenty, plenty
Expectations, light em up with a semi-semi
Like Bateman, get the axe to your head
Leave the scene, I was simply not there
I don't care, but you fuckers wanna be in the range
Imma have to teach you about equivalent exchange, yeah
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Writer(s): Annik Wang
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