Untitled Song

My grandma’s alive yours in six feet under you dirty fucking bitch your parents should of used a

Rubber when I fuck yo bitch it gets so wet I feel like I’m under water

This ain’t a game it’s lyrical slaughter I hope you never have a son or a daughter

I hope you get cancer and can never see light again I’ll let them bells ring

Like Big Ben your bitchass so dumb you belong in sen

I’m evil like kylo ren I’ll kill you like hen I ain’t a force to reckoned with I’m a marksmen

When I step on the mic I’ll make you shiver I ate your moms pussy for dinner

I’m a saint not a sinner I deliver I’ll leave you shell shocked after

I’m straight up killer, not a fake driller I’ve fuck your girl, I let off my ten rounds of silver

Mom and sister I’m quicker and more sinister

Don’t be bitter

I’m a straight up spitter