[Corey Taylor (Sample) & Ski Mask the Slump God] Since you never gave a damn in the first place Cigarettes, haha Maybe it´s time you had the tables turned ´Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
Off the pink, off the drink And the verdict is guilty Man nearly kill- Ayy, ayy, ayy, ohh, huh Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!
[Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh ´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m wilin´!), huh I don´t got on Vans (I don´t got ´em) But bitch, I´m off the wall (I don´t, I don´t, I don´t, I don´t) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh ´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m, huh), huh I don´t got on Vans, but bitch, I´m off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I´m hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker Fuck on your mommy (Ayy) My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I´m hot like a comet (Ayy)
[Ski Mask The Slump God] When I di-di-di-di-di-dick that bitch And she see Jesus on some rapture shit Throw my balls at her Pokémon Ash Ketchum shit ´Cause I´m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat team I want some head, I´m thinkin´ how zombies think Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday Tell these pussy rappers that it´s time to vacay
Rob yo´ lady Told her put her hands up high in the air Like she ´bout to hit the Nae Nae They say I´m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray Can´t control the nigga like we shootin´ from the AK But I kill these rappers I´m a walking, breathing payday Hot, but I swag, still nigga got the Ray Rays Get away, get away, get away, get away Better do you or do way way, fade away You sippin´ Haterade, I´m sippin´ Gatorade With the lean in it and I call it the fadeaway Ayy, I´m so toxic, frog, hop up on my dick I think I´m a pilot, ´cause she in my cockpit Plumber, uh, pipe it Get face like I Skyped it Did her A$AP like Rocky
Rockin´ in my motherfuckin´ Rockin´ rockin´ in my motherfuckin´
[Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh ´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m wilin´!), huh I don´t got on Vans (I don´t got ´em) But bitch, I´m off the wall (I don´t, I don´t, I don´t, I don´t) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh ´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m, huh), huh I don´t got on Vans, but bitch, I´m off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I´m hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker
Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit (Ayy) I´m hot like a comet (Ayy)
[XXXTENTACION] When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that bitch (Huh) I´ma make that booty jiggle like some kick back, bitch (Huh) She gon´ rub my Dragon Balls (Huh), let her make one wish, what is that? She just wanna take the young dagger dick Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (Huh?) Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Huh?) She off the Molly, she wanna take seven dick (Ayy!) Body to body, it´s MC dagger, bitch (Ayy!) Think that I´m Illuminati because I got money, bitch
Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J (Huh) Bitch, I hit it first, on my weenie, hit the nae-nae (Huh) Coming in hot like a missile, pussy, hey bae (Huh) Falcon punch that nigga, make ´em up, up, and away, ayy (Ayy!) Watch this, uppercut; Super Smash Melee (Ayy-ayy) I just made her spin on my dick like a Beyblade (Ooh) I´m green like a spinach, I don´t know you, then it´s pay,-ayy! (Ooh) Hummanah hummana, back fist, out my way, ayy (Ayy!) No Chris Brown (Oh), fuck her, make her look at me now (Wet) When I´m in the pussy, say "Ow!" You got no etiquette, just beginnin´ like Genesis
Can you give me a rapper that I´m not better than, mmph? (Ayy!) Revenge jeans, I think I might OD on sauce, I don´t rock Supreme Suck my dick, Squidward´s clarinet Brought to life like I´m Evanescence, wanna wake W-w-wake, w-w-w-wake, okay, like Big black, (Black) dick in your mama mouth Pull it back, push her whole wig back (Wig) Tic, tac, your breath really P-U Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac (Stank) Big pump, Cobain, Cobain Leave a pussy nigga with no brain, okay (Blaow) Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him "Ole" I´ma pull that pistol, make ´em Mr. Noodle, ayy!
[Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh
´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m wilin´!), huh I don´t got on Vans (I don´t got ´em) But bitch, I´m off the wall (I don´t, I don´t, I don´t, I don´t) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh ´Cause I´m wildin´ out (´Cause I´m, huh), huh I don´t got on Vans, but bitch, I´m off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I´m hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin´ motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I´m hot like a comet (Ayy!)