Lyrics

I haven't made a rap song in a very very long time So fuck a hook and listen honestly I don't even really know what the fuck I'm gonna do in this song if I'm being Completely honest with you but does it fucking matter I guess not Ugh why you walk but you walk with no tummy tucked Tough when you bark but you not you little bummy fuck Why you talking tough up on the internet I'm running up Name up in your mouth I'm homicidal I might fuck you up I might just put my little blade in the bitch when I'm fading the bitch call me Tomie I never been so afraid of the bitch so I'm breaking the bitch little 48 Half of these niggas that's hearing this song won't be getting that shit Or even get to this part but I know that's okay and I know they ain't say it But they didn't fuck with me anyway I like body bags Skin that nigga I'll have decoration body tags He keep playing hit his neck and make his body lag Should switch your internet since that's the only place you mad And it would be funny as fuck if they just started lagging I'm not the one for violence I ain't tryna get physical But if you push me I might hit your fucking vision out I ain't never dissected an eyeball Ima try it out I want one of them knives where I just flick it and it fires out I go ghost just like its Danny phantom I pull up And make your bitches panties phantom Brain is feeling like its pandemonium with a background track Made by that nigga phantom Feeling like your little demon boy Because the things I'm doing and the things I'm planning Feeling like I'll grow a couple horns up out my head These niggas gonna see every part of my Evil inside tensions I could give less of a fuck I'll slit your wrists myself you can thank me later I'll tie your shit myself just to leave you hanging You think I really give a fuck about some vocal cords I will snap out every single one of these mother fuckers Like we playing tug of war for fun Keep a knife that's on my side I give a fuck about a gun If he pressing me I might just I like body bags Skin that nigga I'll have decoration body tags He keep playing hit his neck and make his body lag Should switch your internet since that's the only place you mad And it would be funny as fuck if they just started lagging Slumped in the cut with your gun Twenty rounds a second still too slow What the fuck Fuck around with me and I won't even reach for a tuck That's too easy it ain't dangerous its not fun I like body bags Skin that nigga I'll have decoration body tags He keep playing hit his neck and make his body lag Should switch your internet since that's the only place you mad And it would be funny as fuck if they just started lagging
Writer(s): Baki Kun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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