Ayy, ayy, sit down, Ski, Ski

I got some dope that's hard to get, like the Da Vinci code

Kicking harder than heroin, yeah, flamingo mode

I hop up in your bitch, like, "Where the fuck my feelings go?"

I hop up in the whip, like, "Where the fuck the ceilings go?"

Back up, 2014, I was collecting souls

Stick with that metal, like my body just turned magnetical

'Cause if I slide with that kettle, then I'ma let it blow

Feel like Steve Austin, how I'm still cold up in the summer, so

This the motherfucking children of the corn

I got a blade, it's not a statement, it's a warning

I said, "I'm gone with the wind, I'm in the forest"

Four-door Taurus, your body stolen

She call me the blade, that's just for intercourse

I cast a spell on that bitch, a rigor mortis

She give me slow head, resemble a tortoise

Had better days used to flying like a lotus

What would you do for some money?

I live my life by the Newport

No one can tell, that I'll never fail

I feel like I'm Kane, bitch, hell in a cell

What would you do for some money?

I live my life by the Newport

No one can tell, that I'll never fail

I feel like I'm Kane, bitch, hell in a cell

Hell in a cell

Hell in a cell, ayy, ayy

Hell in a cell

Hell in a cell, ayy

Come with the blade, so it's murder, she shook

Masked up like when the cops ask the witness, "Well what he look like?"

Had tiny shirt, tiny pants, Bathing Ape, but then he shook like

Moving work, working shit in my tongue just like a poltergeist

I am the phantom, no, I am the killer

I am finale like Thrill in Manila

Hannah Montana, I play with vanilla

I laugh like Chucky when I come and kill you, but

This the motherfucking children of the corn (Sit down)

I got a blade, it's not a statement, it's a warning (Sit down)

I said, "I'm gone with the wind, I'm in the forest" (I'm in the forest)

Four-door Taurus, your body stolen (Ayy, ayy)

She call me the blade, that's just for intercourse (Si, si)

I cast a spell on that bitch, a rigor mortis (Rigor mortis, rigor mortis)

She give me slow head, resemble a tortoise (Resemble a tortoise)

Had better days used to flying like a lotus

What would you do for some money?

I live my life by the Newport

No one can tell, that I'll never fail

I feel like I'm Kane, bitch, hell in a cell

What would you do for some money?

I live my life by the Newport

No one can tell, that I'll never fail

I feel like I'm Kane, bitch, hell in a cell

Hell in a cell

Hell in a cell, ayy, ayy

Hell in a cell

Hell in a cell, ayy