$uicideboy$, Shakewell - Venom lyrics
[$uicideboy$, Shakewell - Venom lyrics]
Ratatatatatata, boom! Ratatatatatata, boom!
Two strikes, turn that pussy to a sacrifice
Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park
Roll the window down, and ask the price
I've always hated flashin' lights
I'd rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I
Smashed your bitch for asking nice
I'm passin' pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match
And now we talking thrice, three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite
Leave 'em bleeding, leave the scene and say
"goodnight!"
Cut Throat, Cut Throat
Cut Throat, Cut Throat cut Throat
Ratatatatatata cut Throat, Cut Throat
Cut Throat, Cut Throat boom!
If we got business, motherfucker, let me know
(who?)
Everybody know my rep since 1994 (four)
I don't swing high, if I got that nine
Bitch in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline fuck it
Still smoke it anyway
I be that $uicidal worshipped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles, grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Readin' revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die, but I
Ain't got no fucking patience, you feel me?
Ratatatatatata, boom!
Wakin' up, dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold 'em
Keep K's, and Glocks but they stolen
I might just flip 'em and profit
Make more off licks, run your pockets
My OG's poppin' a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don't hear me, these
Prophets is all too false, so I'm mobbing
If you can't get 'em, I got 'em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze three
Hear it move through the breeze
Now you standing bloody, can't breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets
Ratatatatatata, boom!
Two strikes, turn that pussy to a sacrifice
Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park
Roll the window down, and ask the price
I've always hated flashin' lights
I'd rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I
Smashed your bitch for asking nice
I'm passin' pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match
And now we talking thrice, three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite
Leave 'em bleeding, leave the scene and say
"goodnight!"
Cut Throat, Cut Throat
Cut Throat, Cut Throat cut Throat
Ratatatatatata cut Throat, Cut Throat
Cut Throat, Cut Throat boom!
If we got business, motherfucker, let me know
(who?)
Everybody know my rep since 1994 (four)
I don't swing high, if I got that nine
Bitch in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline fuck it
Still smoke it anyway
I be that $uicidal worshipped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles, grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Readin' revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die, but I
Ain't got no fucking patience, you feel me?
Ratatatatatata, boom!
Wakin' up, dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold 'em
Keep K's, and Glocks but they stolen
I might just flip 'em and profit
Make more off licks, run your pockets
My OG's poppin' a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don't hear me, these
Prophets is all too false, so I'm mobbing
If you can't get 'em, I got 'em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze three
Hear it move through the breeze
Now you standing bloody, can't breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets
Ratatatatatata, boom!