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