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ski mask the slump god - hell in a cell lyrics

[intro]
aye, aye, sit down, ski, ski

[verse 1]
i got some dope, that’s hard to get, like the da vinci code
kicking harder than heroin, yeah, flamingo mode
i hop up in your b-tch, like, “where the f-ck my feelings go?”
i hop up in the whip, like, “where the f-ck the ceilings go?”
back up, 2014, i was collecting souls
stick with that metal, like my body just turned magnetical
’cause if i slide with that kettle, then i’ma let it go
feel like steve austin, how i’m still cold up in the summer, so

[bridge]
this the motherf-cking children of the corn
i got a blade, it’s not a statement, it’s a warning
i said, “i’m gone with the wind, i’m in the forest”
four door tauris, your body stolen
she call me the blade, that’s just for intercourse
i cast a spell on that b-tch, a rigor mortis
she give me slow head, resemble a tortoise
had better days used to flying like lotus

[hook]
what would you do for some money?
i live my life by the newport
no one can tell, that i’ll never fail
i feel like i’m kane, b-tch, h-ll in a cell
what would you do for some money?
i live my life by the newport
no one can tell, that i’ll never fail
i feel like i’m kane, b-tch, h-ll in a cell
h-ll in a cell
h-ll in a cell (aye, aye)
h-ll in a cell
h-ll in a cell (aye)

[verse 2]
come with the blade so it’s murder, she shook
mask up like when the cops ask the witness, “well what he look like?”
had tiny shirt, tiny pants, bathing ape but then he shook like
moving work, working sh-t in my tongue just like a poltergeist
i am the phantom, no, i am the k!ller
i am finale like thrilla vanilla
hannah montana, i play with vanilla
i laugh like chucky when i come and k!ll you, but

[bridge]
this the motherf-cking children of the corn (sit down)
i got a blade, it’s not a statement, it’s a warning (sit down)
i said, “i’m gone with the wind, i’m in the forest” (i’m in the forest)
four door tauris, your body stolen (aye, aye)
she call me the blade, that’s just for intercourse (si, si)
i cast a spell on that b-tch, a rigor mortis (rigor mortis, rigor mortis)
she give me slow head, resemble a tortoise (resemble a tortoise)
had better days used to flying like lotus

- ski mask the slump god lyrics

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