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e the elite – bite back (villain) lyrics

[verse 1]
don’t try to get blessed up now
don’t try to fess up now
don’t strap your vest up now
see you done messed up now
so you wanna be a biter, that’s cool
but you better take flight or be food
can’t win against fightin’ me fool
when we met eyes, see me drool
see, i wanna take a chunk outta you
i’mma really bring the punk outta you
might really get drunk drainin’ you
make the bodies in the trunk roomates for you
don’t plead, i won’t listen
ignorance is not forgiven
your throat’s what i’m grippin’, nippin
then you will get bitten, drippin’
blood on the floor, don’t run i want more
love all the gore, and the fear in ya core
look above to the lord, will he hear? are you sure?
got the gloves on, secured. are you sure you want war?
come at me now, you can bring the whole armament
f-ckin’ with ares and my girl is artemis
bow to the king, you can come meet my parliament
wise like an elder so n0body cardin’ him
n0body smart as him
n0body hard as him
but you can try
talk a good talk, but see everyone dies
this game of thrones, and you’re oberyn’s eyes
this flow is divine, come meet your demise
that is a warning!
all you f-ck n-ggas are so d-mned corny
double tap triggers that’s re-ssuring
nothin’ but gas when that pedal floorin’
hope he don’t crash cuz my n-gga pourin’
pull out so fast in the chrysler touring
i’m in ya girl -ss cuz she make me h-rny
she freak for the cam so i call her p-rny
all of ya’ll trash and ya music boring
you in the past while my paper soarin’
watch elite spaz when he get the foreign
and a bezel so bright that i call it morning
italian ice, man i’m cool when performin’
throat with a sickle, this children of corn, and
now you’re in a pickle, i’m rick and you’re morty
walk like i’m crippled cuz i got the .40
suckin’ on nipples cuz i like em pointy 2x

(hook)
show me how you got heart
you ain’t really like that
beatin’ on ya head hard
like a f-ckin hi-hat
you thought i would fall apart like i wouldn’t fight back
all you do is bark, i’mma bite back
bite back 5x
show me how you got heart
you ain’t really like that
beatin’ on ya head hard
like a f-ckin hi-hat

[verse 2]
my lingo starts freak shows and she throws that rear
when she ho’, makes me grow: my peen knows the deal
unless she blows her green notes on adipose, not real
then she faux, can she blow? don’t think so. no peel
on my banana, hanh!
french montana, that’s
where she come from. d-mn
like kendrick duck, wham
like wake me up, ehhh
i can’t wake up, hey!
her man’s a cuck, aye!
watch her go up! yea!
got green, got lead
gotta beam on ya head
sharp t–th, got dreads, got beef? need bread
for dreams not met, yo queen gon let
elite get head, no need to stress
she cannot stay, i return to sender
she mastered the bait, but no fish in her river
when i’m in that lake, watch that d-ck make her quiver
this not green day, wake me up in september
flintstoned like fred, cook green with my meals
she want me in bed, that position is filled
got a price on my head, you could pay your bills
but if i’m already dead, how can i be k!lled?
shout out to joyner, n-gga i don’t die
it’d be a lie if i said i don’t bite
i absorb light, like compound eyes
one with the flies, so you in my sight

[hook]
show me how you got heart
you ain’t really like that
beatin on ya head hard
like a f-ckin hi-hat
you thought i would fall apart like i wouldn’t fight back
all you do is bark, i’mma bite back
bite back 5x
show me how you got heart
you ain’t really like that
beatin on ya head hard
like a f-ckin hi-hat

- e the elite lyrics

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