killeddy - thespins lyrics
[intro: k!lleddy]
(eddy, this beat sounds like sh+t!)
i been f+cked up, thc and vodka in my arteries
that b+tch said that she loves me but my heart’s too busy [?]
saw me at the party and this f+ckboy thinks he’s hard as me
[verse 1: k!lleddy]
now that sh+t really is funny, fist to his colon, my blade in his tummy
why are you stood like a stussy? these [?] dancin’, these girls lookin’ dummy
p+ssy boy thought he could drop me, watch out, my bros take him down like it’s rugby
your b+tch is just [?] sl+t me, ’cause she loved you, wants to date me whenever she f+cks me, yuh
it’s like a sword in her tummy, yuh, uh, disgusting
all of you— all of you f+cks are disgusting, i’m up in the batter and shatterin’ knees, uh
speakin’ [?] moves on your b+tch, after that, then it’s cash and release, uh
playin’ the cheerios, i’m on her face, sh+t, i’ll pass her the tea, uh
you don’t wanna go there with me, uh, i’ll jab his [?] with his spleen
[chorus: k!lleddy]
i been f+cked up, i’m off the reach
off the f+ckin’ k, b+tch, i haven’t slept in three days
i just let your b+tch [?] knees break
she just made a p+rno with me, she’s coming back to replay
thinkin’ that you’re hard, that’s the sh+t i don’t believe
run up in this [?], i’m off a load of [?]
diamonds on my b+tch, [?]
these p+ssy boys don’t want one, i feel like chief keef
[bridge: smitty]
i just f+ckin’ drive [on your p+ss?]
[?], like every f+ckin’ [?] in that b+tch
[?]
[?] everything you say [?] sick
[?] like a sip
[verse 2: smitty]
there’s another piece of me that wanna rip your guts
and cut ’em up and make a spider
but i notice [?]
talkin’ outta pocket, got a [?]
[?]
[bridge: smitty]
[?] to now, [?] pounds
up in these woods on [?]
i’ll take you down to my slaughterhouse
[verse 3: smitty]
ay, you
big mood, tell me, what you wanna do?
we can make this quick and easy, but it’s really up to you
ay, i’m tucked, i can shoot
please don’t push me ’cause i do
this a ’46 and 2
and i’ll put you in the dirt
[bridge: smitty]
shove at— shove at— shove at me, [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[verse 4: smitty]
i’ma step, take a breath
pull the pin on yo’ head, and you bled
i could beat you in a fight, johnny test
money fast, i’ma blast
spinnin’ press in the set
i gon’ test a motherf+ckin’ p+ssy boy behind the text
[outro: deftones]
i think god is moving its tongue
there’s no crowd in the streets and no sun
in my own summer
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