Rot!
Send location
Huh
We on the way
15 minutes out
Got the product better have your money ready
Huh
And if you don't then you catch us aiming very steady
In my cross hair
Sending these shots and I ain't gonna stop till your deep in the ground
And I'm bringing the fire no matter the army I ain't afraid of death
I come back as a zombie these fuckers talk shit
Till I come around spinning the block like a Beyblade
Then you hear bang bang
Running from me is the same thing
Talking but your words don't phase me
You getting lazy
God of the dead like I'm hades
Up in the night looking shady
Huh
Oh you mysterious huh?
Think that we curious huh?
Boo Radley go back to your house and board your windows up
Huh
Fuck you mean this shit ain't hard I seen you bob your head
Tap your toe
And hit the dirty Hokey Pokey white boy jig
Yeah fuck 'em I just leave 'em where they rot
Chop your body up and hide you in the spot
Leave your family mourning it won't ever stop
And if they ever find you
They won't be able to tell if it's you or not
Huh
Fuck
I don't wanna keep going on anymore
I think I'd feel better deep in the dirt floor
You degenerate piece of of shit fucker
Hope you have a painful death and suffer
We stay smoking on the opps with the boof
We wear vests just in case bullet proof
You'll die if you try me it's the truth
If you want that smoke you can find me in the booth
Huh
We on the way
15 minutes out
Got the product better have your money ready
Huh
And if you don't then you catch us aiming very steady
In my cross hair
Sending these shots and I ain't gonna stop till your deep in the ground
And I'm bringing the fire no matter the army I ain't afraid of death
I come back as a zombie these fuckers talk shit
Till I come around spinning the block like a Beyblade
Then you hear bang bang
Running from me is the same thing
Talking but your words don't phase me
You getting lazy
God of the dead like I'm hades
Up in the night looking shady
Huh
Oh you mysterious huh?
Think that we curious huh?
Boo Radley go back to your house and board your windows up
Huh
Fuck you mean this shit ain't hard I seen you bob your head
Tap your toe
And hit the dirty Hokey Pokey white boy jig
Yeah fuck 'em I just leave 'em where they rot
Chop your body up and hide you in the spot
Leave your family mourning it won't ever stop
And if they ever find you
They won't be able to tell if it's you or not
Huh
Fuck
I don't wanna keep going on anymore
I think I'd feel better deep in the dirt floor
You degenerate piece of of shit fucker
Hope you have a painful death and suffer
We stay smoking on the opps with the boof
We wear vests just in case bullet proof
You'll die if you try me it's the truth
If you want that smoke you can find me in the booth
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Writer(s): Colby Whittaker
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