PALE HORSE

Heart-piercer with a blade and a figure

Rickenback the bass, you can tell right when I enter

I'm a chemical, the fiend who's of November

I'm arming up these catapults, marked 'til you surrender

Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash

Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed

I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape

Can't contain it, can't afford, I'm Dexter, only eat the wreaths

Celebrate your canon, I'm like Ganon, got your bitch

Fucking on the beach, take her away to kingdom east

Wet katana lay flat 'cause I got the— got the— got the Tec-9 for his teeth

And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot-shoot, stain the wall with smoking barrel

I'm swaggin' head to toe, my payment spent on Prada apparel

I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol

Repeating the flows, meeting the hoes, smoking the Oz, I don't care-oh

Swanging the blade, music sends me sky high, getting paid

I don't think you want bad-side when it's getting late

Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste

Half monster creepin' in your head, sippin' on Alize

Don't you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible?

Can I wetten these corsets, and now we're moving vertical

I plead some shit, you get upset, and now we're thinking outta bowl

Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk — three pointer for her soul