Necrotic Grip

Scream, make sure everyone can hear you I want to remember this I'm not gonna make it quick That would spoil all the fun Back off I came to play with my hacksaw Bash in your brain with my mask off Yea try to pray for the last time Lame and you mad but you hate 'cause you cash wrong I don't want love, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt I'll leave your tongue in a glass jar Murder with a black scar He don't wanna dump What the fuck, is it that hard? He don't wanna buck He respond with a sad bar Nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star I came to play with my hacksaw I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt Now I just be sippin', sippin', sippin' slow on the blood I collect from you fuckers And I could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that I left in my dungeon Now 'cause of my pigment I been predisposed to unload and attack in abundance But that's just the shit they said, I go and murder 'cause simply the fact that I love it But it's back to the subject Stacking bodies by the dozen Whippin' Audis outta budget Godly while I'm thumpin' You would prolly caught a couple Grippin' prolly why I'm fucked and I don't plan on stoppin' She do molly while we fuckin' Creepin' I might grab a snub I caught him out in public Beam, he saw it 'fore it snuffed him He was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky Bwoi, back off I came to play with my hacksaw Bash in your brain with my mask off Yea try to pray for the last time Lame and you mad but you hate 'cause you cash wrong I don't want love, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt I'll leave your tongue in a glass jar Murder with a black scar He don't wanna dump What the fuck, is it that hard? He don't wanna buck He respond with a sad bar Nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star I came to play with my hacksaw I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt I came to play with my hacksaw I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt I came to play with my hacksaw I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts I'll leave his lung on the asphalt