KNIFE IN YOUR BACK

Knife in your fuckin' back, knife-knife-knife in your fuckin' back

 

You're fucking dead, fuck-fucking dead

 

Like, what is that? What-what is that?

 

And I make 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab-stab

 

Knife in your fuckin' back-back-back

 

And I'ma shoot your dad-ad-ad

 

And I know you wanna take my ass-ass-ass

 

But you won't ever get me, I'm too fast-ast-ast

 

 

 

I slice your damn neck, slice your damn fuckin' throat

 

Rip yo' vocal cords out, that way you can't speak, I'd know

 

And I inject some shit into your skin to make it glow

 

I'm your torturer, you my hostage, bitch, you might as well be a ghost, uh

 

I torture you for hours on end, hoe

 

And I know you want me dead, won't ever happen, though

 

Can you imagine, though?

 

I shoot at these naggy hoes

 

I kill 'em all in a Phantom Rolls

 

Like, babygirl, I'll make you mad 'til you blow, blow, blow

 

I take your breath away, take your-take your breath away

 

I let the Devil in, devil-devil-devil in

 

And you'll be dead today, dead-dead-dead today

 

And I got a rebel bitch, reb-reb-rebel bitch

 

Uh-uh-uh-uh, God bless that child

 

Kill his ass, make sure the pain ain't mild

 

Now his ass dead and them hoes goin' wild

 

Fight to the death, grab a knife, or a rifle

 

Shoot hoes up, yeah, stream hoes like Spotify

 

And bitch, did I catch your eye? I caught your eye

 

Them hoes be compromised, I lost my mind

 

I fuckin' lost my mind, it'll cost my life

 

I want you dead but I want your life, please stay alive

 

Su-suicide, we can all just die with a fuckin' .9

 

Columbine, bi-bi-bitch, bitch, form a line

 

Point the gun to your head and lose your lives

 

No need for a goddamn knife

 

And I'll find you and I'll make you my wife

 

Hope you know forever you'll be mine

 

'Til the day you die, you'll be my sacrifice

 

For the ritual, bitch, try to run and die

 

Me and my gang, we can really sense a lie

 

I been in your mind, you just wanna cry

 

Bitch, don't even try-try-try, you will fuckin' die

 

We get so high sometimes that we just fly

 

Fly up to Heaven, I sometimes touch the sky

 

Touch-touch the skies, love-love-love, love the skies

 

Hoe, I got what you need, hom-homicide

 

We can all kill ourselves maybe some day sometime

 

Bitch, I know your ass been doin' lines

 

DC a motherfucker, no Don, I'm doin' time

 

Feel like the Hulk, so damn Incredible

 

And I make her spastic off them edibles

 

We get sexual, hoe, I'm mixin' chemicals

 

Unacceptable, you will die, turnt into a vegetable

 

No hypotheticals, fuck up her intestinal

 

I got skeletons, I fuck up they skeletal

 

Tears drippin', bitch, that's so unprofessional

 

Faucet shit, yeah, we rowdy, festival

 

Uh, and I know this shit ain't ethical, ethical

 

Fuck your ass up, bitch, make it not accessible

 

You can either die or let me kill you

 

Baby, you will die, no damn medical

 

She just wanna cry in my arms, she wan' make a spectacle

 

I can't let you in, baby, you detectable

 

I leave her ass so damn hysterical, it wasn't intentional

 

She feelin' on my genitals, she swear to god she hetero

 

I'm skeptical, got plentiful

 

Of hoes I can fuck, so damn sensual

 

Bitch, tell me, what is love? Unconventional

 

Means, by the way, I fucked your mom in the confessional

 

B-b-bitch, I'm unforgettable, yeah, I'm so commendable

 

I'm impeccable, this shit is sometimes regrettable

 

I'm doin' lines, yeah, she dispensable

 

She disposable, fuck off, fuck off, f-f-fuck off

 

She a delectable... is she presentable?

 

Yes or no motherfucker? I got them collectibles

 

And my money spendable, spendable...

 

 

 

Knife in your fuckin' back, knife-knife-knife in your fuckin' back

 

You're fucking dead, fuck-fucking dead

 

Like, what is that? What-what is that?

 

And I make 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab-stab

 

Knife in your fuckin' back-back-back

 

And I'ma shoot your dad-ad-ad

 

And I know you wanna take my ass-ass-ass

 

But you won't ever get me, I'm too fast-ast-ast

 

 

 

Mow the lawn for my mama and shit

 

We was up and she was suckin' on my dick

 

Meanwhile I was suckin' on her clit

 

Bitch, smile for the picture, it's as bad as it gets, uh

 

Baby, I'm tired of this, tired of this

 

You just wanna talk that shit, talk that shit

 

Get groceries for this stupid bitch

 

With her friends who wanna snitch, wanna snitch

 

You a fuckin' witch, fuckin' witch, fuckin' witch

 

And I'm so unhinged, emo fringe, leave her singed

 

B-b-bitch gon' get lynched, lynched, lynch-lynched..

 

Hoe, what are you suggesting?

 

Fucking on your body, that's my intention

 

Somedays my mind is parental discretion

 

Fucking hate your stupid face, I can't respect it

 

Fuck this fuck that and F_ this

 

Droppin' F_ bombs and always disrespectin'

 

Told these hoes to just fuckin' respect it

 

I think something in her brain ain't processing

 

Pickin' brain matter out her head, shit

 

And I think I killed her, not my intention

 

Please, speak to me, I never meant this

 

I never meant it, I never meant it..

 

Rest in peace, hide the evidence, it's evident

 

Now she got a funeral cops say it was natural causes

 

But I killed her ass, Lord, she was so flawless

 

Yeah, I fucked up, why couldn't I stop it?

 

Blood flow ain't ever stoppin'

 

Grab the gun, then I cock it, cock it

 

Hop into the cockpit, then the moshpit

 

Then mid-air I blow out my brains and fall in

 

To the moshpit like a dead bitch, on my wasp shit

 

(And now he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)

 

(And now he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)

 

(He was a deadbeat, he was a deadbeat, he was a deadbeat)

 

(Dead-dead-deadbeat..)

 

His ass just bleeds out

 

Ambulance couldn't save his ass, he bleeds out

 

He bleeds out, funeral held for him, teeth out, teeth out

 

Rolled a suicide, her case reopened

 

She was murdered by him, her body broken

 

But he had killed himself and his opponents

 

So now he rots in Hell, his body frozen

 

 

 

Knife in his fuckin' back, knife-knife-knife in his fuckin' back

 

He's fucking dead, fuck-fucking dead

 

Like, what is that? What-what is that?

 

And he makes 'em mad, and then hoes go backstab-stab

 

Knife in his fuckin' back-back-back

 

And he's gon' shoot your dad-ad-ad

 

And he knows you wanna take my ass-ass-ass

 

But you won't ever get him, he's too fast-ast-ast

 

He's already dead-dead-dead