Murder a vermin, Hacksaw cleaning detergents, Acid bath wash at your service, Off the ledge, rocking it further, Baby she’s a .38 right around the holster, Body on a poster, Poke a few holes just to focus, Floating in the Lotus, Laughing when the barrel stops smoking, Chain choking, heavy metal, yeah we’re rockstars, Smash guitars, that's the anthem, Kill a sound dead, bloody murder on the dancefloor, Keep your head banging, Ladies wanna mash up, A million for the cameras, Trigger happy wetworks, she do it like an expert, Rock it till your neck hurts, what’s your net worth? The beat so nasty cutting bitches like a pimp should, Draped down in a mink hood, Just wishing that a bitch would, They listening to get good, We mobbin’ and they left shook. Yeah you know I got Cellini dreams, 4127, The crocodile leather gon’ do damage around December, Bitch I’m living large, Yeah, I’m bursting at the seams, This is cinema ‘sese couldn’t write it any better for your screens, Let me picture something, I was out in Grindelwald skiing with a pinch of sun, Broke Olympic records with a stint for fun RLX with the reflectors on, I gotta say I'm feeling swell dawg, so we should settle on a time and date, Round 9 and 8 tomorrow evening should be right, Imma get you from the shadows for u even start the fuckin’ fight, Then head up north and hit two lefts like it was Nascar, You shoulda picked something faster than a Vespa, All my shooters running John Woo hacks on ‘em, And If they gun jam they gonna run through and hacksaw ‘em End of the day it’s nothing personal kid You ought to sleep with a light at night, and keep it well lit.