ZOTiYAC - LIKE WE WON’T MEET AGAIN lyrics

Everything, I'm kill on sight
Continue in my life
In the middle of the night
While I'm creeping, you see this
So thinking bout all of the reasons and
You can't seem to get it right
Digging in the ice, I'm setting you on fire
Meditating in the light
I'm dedicated getting high
For the pain and for the fight
With my mask like Michael Myers
Take it back i bet you retire

Mothafucka I told you so, when we go
You ain't about shit and we already know
You ain't no fisting on a foe
And my blade never miss and
I'll gut him some more
Fuck on yo ho and I'm taking her home
Bitch I take a break and bust
A zit in her mouth i just

I don't give a shit about shit, suck my dick
All you fucked up bitches that
I pissed I'm making cents
I don't give a shit about shit, suck my dick
All you fucked up bitches that
I pissed I'm making cents
I don't give a shit about shit, suck my dick
All you fucked up bitches that
I pissed I'm making cents
I don't give a shit about shit, suck my dick
All you fucked up bitches that
I pissed I'm making cents

Lil bitch so blind to the big
Close mind, due time for the big chain
Don't mind, bang bang, finna split brains
In my prime, put the pistol to his membrane
Lil bitch so blind to the big
Close mind, due time for the big chain
Don't mind, bang bang, finna split brains
In my prime, put the pistol to his membrane

(This is the ZOTiYAC speaking)
Put the pistol to his membrane
(Put the pistol to his membrane, yuh)
Put the pistol to his membrane
Put the pistol to his membrane

Straight face devil with a dark grey aura
The peace space shuttle tryna shut
Out all of the torture
Horrorcore, a chorus or a two
I fucked the whore now Cor is horrible
Jumped in yo bitch like I'm Corbin Bleu
I don't want no more room
At the floor wit you
Gotta switch my bitches like the Mormons do
I just shut the door
I'm being short wit you
Don't you cut the coke
I cannot snort wit you
I'm too fucking dope though will be forcible
Gotta keep the four 'cause it's affordable
And we carry pistols 'cause they portable
Heat on my lap and my heart is so cold
Re-up the pack now my niggas on go
Got codeine in the trap so
I'm moving to slow
White girl on cocaine, look like it just snow
Go smoke what you serve
Pussy boy you should know
The shit for the birds
Come and fuck with a Crow
Face Pabi Esc, keep my eyes on the gravel
Can''t keep up with me if you not my shadow
Bangin' them hammers, I got me a gavel
I'm ridin' yo bitch from the
Back wit no saddle
I swept through the pussy with
Drugs in the battle
My bladder is black from the
Blunts in my crackle

(Put the pistol membrane)
Put the pistol membrane
Put the pistol membrane, yuh
Put the pistol to his membrane, yuh
Put the pistol to his membrane