From Up On Silent Hill

I got Blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy Bitch boy Ima smack you in your fuckin shit, boy You can call me what you want You know I'm really him, boy And you're fire when I mute it Call that silent hill boy Like I'm chainsaw man I'm bout to let it R.I.P boy See a whole lotta red I'll stomp you in my ricks boy If you're subbing to her twitch, she probably let me hit boy I got shawty in the room Call that silent hill four Bitch i'm in my body bag Put me on that shit then ima body that I Hit the psyche ward Look around like where my shawty at? The Perc taste like Halloween candy Yum, I'll eat that Gaspare what the hell you doin? Bitch don't call me that Slythrin my pockets Cause the green is what I get in them Ricky on my jeans and ur bitch wanna get in them The all black fit Boy I pop out like the enderman The devil wears Prada Naw acne what I'm Drippin in Nose bleed 'em, blood up on his body, make 'em backtrack Demons on em, trick 'em out his treats, he'll get his bag snatched Carve his pumpkin, like a jack he with the ghosts I'm picking Locks with Oogie Boogie, Shock and Barrel through his home Crawl out the tomb with 'em He got a body with bugs in it Turn 'em to ash every time that I'm rolling up Bag em, I cook 'em up, lacing your plug with it Hungry for blood, see his blood I ain't full enough Dig it up, I want his jewelry, leaving his body alone in the woods (woods) Walk out the cut with the crooks, he runnin' his mouth on me, now he on foot I got Blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy Bitch boy Ima smack you in your fuckin shit, boy You can call me what you want You know I'm really him, boy And you're fire when I mute it Call that silent hill boy Like I'm chainsaw man I'm bout to let it R.I.P boy See a whole lotta red I'll stomp you in my ricks boy If you're subbing to her twitch, she probably let me hit boy I got shawty in the room Call that silent hill four