Letty

Testing, test, test, testing
One, two, three, four, seven, four, seven
Testing, this is a test
One, two, three, four, seven, four, seven
Good god
Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless
Good god
We'll do it live, fuck it

I stab holes in your body to the rhythm of the sample
Your punctured lung damage is too much to handle
Now stay away and get these stupid herbs outta here
I end lives with 1 bar like Jupiter's atmosphere

So cover your confidence and insecurities
I crash through brains like 9/11 conspiracies
Your health meter's blinking red, near empty
I break you with a Cannonball like The Breeders sent me

It's a fatality on 47th Street
When I toss frat fuckboys off the mezzanine
In a pile of guts, blood ejecting from his eyes
He feels pain 'cuz his brain's still connected to his spine

All you bitches can sit there and pout about it
Slam the brakes on a wake 'cuz I'll cause a power outage
Rest in piss, there's no genesis, no end to this
Andrew Tate heard Rezin's shit and turned feminist

Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan

Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan

I make your Evergreen Terrace simply nightmarish
So lick the bozack like Erick then Parrish
EPMD: Everyone Pretty Much Dies
In the Blair Witch woods, spitting muffed cries

Reverberate as I extirpate your body hollow
Found dead through the window of a Monte Carlo
With crimson window tint that you created
From skin abraded, faded and cremated

So overrated, that ends your little story
I kill off your vibes like Andrew Hill recordings
Sound wavelengths get severed in two
Steady makin' melodies like Everett True

Black magic tricks turn houses into labyrinths
And your room's invaded by shadow hat men
The mystic macabre makes your daughter a goner
Classmates put candles and flowers at her locker

Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan

Tear the world apart, leave nothing behind
That's the warning for those who wanna question my mind
You must submit, take it like a man
You're just my obedient bitch, not a fan

Fucking thing sucks



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Writer(s): Blake Bonneville
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