[Hook]
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that Glock that stick it
Down yo fuckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet
Snap-snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fuckin sittin down
[Verse]
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts
From the misters tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
So they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire lawn (my higher sound)
Yeah!
But I don't want you to have a piece of that
I fuckin hate you, you god damn bitch boi you know you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a slivеr from the whole damn sweetness sidе
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error
Born in red under night at 30:10 no nursey carer
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you
For handsome sure, he was a mark on world that seems so black to crew
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punishable or bait per phishable
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
[Hook]
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that Glock that stick it
Down yo fuckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet
Snap-snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fuckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that Glock that stick it
Down yo fuckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet
Snap-snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fuckin sittin down
[Verse]
Bride me up I'm lookin for that clown
Lookin like I'm flippant sound - making the fun and then raking the guts
From the misters tell to me scuttle my ship outta lot for guns
So they can take up all my nuns, my witches from my dire lawn (my higher sound)
Yeah!
But I don't want you to have a piece of that
I fuckin hate you, you god damn bitch boi you know you're a piece of pie
I cut you up like a slivеr from the whole damn sweetness sidе
You think you're hard but you're a pawn in this game where they treat me right
I'm kicking my feet back I'm feeling like a terror - a fuckin monster without chains my birthplace was an error
Born in red under night at 30:10 no nursey carer
Cattle fed, born no light without a cause the skin was fairer
Hospital was dark my goddess lost there was a blood monsoon
She knew it would be better when she saw that harvest moon
Premature but fuckin sure that he would take it back to you
For handsome sure, he was a mark on world that seems so black to crew
Uh
Giving it back to the miserable now I'm designing a culture permissible
Now an ordained mother fucker so insane he is not punishable or bait per phishable
Cut fat off I'm raking blood from fish for slack
Need to pull them in and feed the world that I hold right on my back, bitch
[Hook]
I break her back and flick it
I make those stacks and kick it
I take that Glock that stick it
Down yo fuckin throat for lickin
The envelope I keep this message hidden from the crack and whippet
Snap-snap I'm making the etch marks on yo back for fuckin sittin down
Yeah Scriptz
( Scriptz )
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