CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lord of the Flies
(Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, ha, yeah)
d**k by Kxllswxtch
Thousand dollars going once, going twice (Mathias)
Sold to the fat b*t*h in the back (Yeah, uh, skrrt)
Bye, uh, runnin' from them pigs, I don't f**k with them guys, uh
I'ma make 'em drop dead, feed 'em to the flies, uh
Let my choppa greet y'all if my pistol shy, uh
Hit her from the back 'til my d**k touch her spine, uh
Runnin' from the pigs, I don't f**k with them guys, uh
I'ma make 'em drop dead, feed 'em to the flies, uh
Let my choppa greet y'all if my pistol shy, uh
Hit her from the back 'til my d**k touch her spine, uh
You get no respect, boy, you apple pie sweet, uh
Won't serve and protеct, I don't do the right thing, uh
We'll catch your address, wе don't do no typing, uh
Drag 'em by the neck, [down the head ?] and sightsee
Glock .9 came with a beam, uh, aim one [?], uh
b*t*h, stop talking to me 'cause this d**k come with a fee, uh
She do what I say, Mr. Meeseeks
c*m on top of her tongue, she like, "Feed me," uh
Pilin' all the bodies I'm chasing, um, eradicate the human species
When I woke up today, I sold my soul for a pack of Marlboro lights
Black dice and pocket pu**y should suffice
I told my momma, "Don't you worry, the wire should hit by tonight"
If I said I got you, then you know that it's for life
Ten years in the game and I ain't doin' this sh*t twice
I'm sick of the way these b*t*hes look my way so shiesty
I read they mind and I can hear "How that little boy next day so icy?"
Might be the only reason that they like me
I traded in my Nikes for a shotgun and killed
Every bully from my high school that got me
f**ked up, embarrassed, feelin' like a f**kin' dump truck
Collected trash, but what happens when that b*t*h is overstuffed?
Equal opportunity, my hands go left and right
And these b*t*hes get no immunity, buildin' up my community stronger
Guns slingin', wonder who will live longer
My enemies and my partners, gravediggers since toddlers
d**k by Kxllswxtch
Thousand dollars going once, going twice (Mathias)
Sold to the fat b*t*h in the back (Yeah, uh, skrrt)
Bye, uh, runnin' from them pigs, I don't f**k with them guys, uh
I'ma make 'em drop dead, feed 'em to the flies, uh
Let my choppa greet y'all if my pistol shy, uh
Hit her from the back 'til my d**k touch her spine, uh
Runnin' from the pigs, I don't f**k with them guys, uh
I'ma make 'em drop dead, feed 'em to the flies, uh
Let my choppa greet y'all if my pistol shy, uh
Hit her from the back 'til my d**k touch her spine, uh
You get no respect, boy, you apple pie sweet, uh
Won't serve and protеct, I don't do the right thing, uh
We'll catch your address, wе don't do no typing, uh
Drag 'em by the neck, [down the head ?] and sightsee
Glock .9 came with a beam, uh, aim one [?], uh
b*t*h, stop talking to me 'cause this d**k come with a fee, uh
She do what I say, Mr. Meeseeks
c*m on top of her tongue, she like, "Feed me," uh
Pilin' all the bodies I'm chasing, um, eradicate the human species
When I woke up today, I sold my soul for a pack of Marlboro lights
Black dice and pocket pu**y should suffice
I told my momma, "Don't you worry, the wire should hit by tonight"
If I said I got you, then you know that it's for life
Ten years in the game and I ain't doin' this sh*t twice
I'm sick of the way these b*t*hes look my way so shiesty
I read they mind and I can hear "How that little boy next day so icy?"
Might be the only reason that they like me
I traded in my Nikes for a shotgun and killed
Every bully from my high school that got me
f**ked up, embarrassed, feelin' like a f**kin' dump truck
Collected trash, but what happens when that b*t*h is overstuffed?
Equal opportunity, my hands go left and right
And these b*t*hes get no immunity, buildin' up my community stronger
Guns slingin', wonder who will live longer
My enemies and my partners, gravediggers since toddlers
