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skittlez - lightning lyrics

[intro]
eyo mothaf-ckas’
step it off

[verse 1: john kon]
have you ever tasted the blood of an innocent?
its sort of tangy and sweet but also the bitterest
my names menime, my blades name is angelica
together we saw bodies in half to put on our walls as replicas
doin it whenever we feel like it, torturing victims til the pain registers
angelica doesn’t like mess so i freeze the bodies under zero below temperatures
clean her every morning, her metallic curves smellin better then fresheners
her jagged edges make my mouth water, we’re the bonnie and clyde version of predators
i love it when she cuts into your skin, this week she has a date with the senator
can’t wait to see his fluids stainin her frame, i jack off to this on a regular
juggling his head and the arm she severed while talkin thru a cellular
boilin his eyeb-lls to eat on the side of my cereal for breakfast
spilled his intestines on the floor now i got this black stuff all over my necklace
angelica gets mad and cuts my finger off for being so reckless

[hook x3]
we as fast as lightning
our words are frighting
our crew be smiting

[verse 2: v.c]
in 3rd grade i knew i was straight
f-cked b-tches on the daily and i smoked purple haze
yeah i was a bad-ss lil n-gga
pullin them triggas and stacking them figgas
my pockets got bigga and my rhymes got illa
all k!lla no filla, n-gga finna make a milla
all dilla no k!lla, finna rap trilla
j dilla notorious bigga, raised to be the illest
illmatic no static, i was on every hit list
i spit the pimp sh-t joined the illuminati, but i don’t f-ck with limp bizkit
man, f-ck fred durst, i chill with shawn carter, migos, bi and lil durk
i’ve got exquisite tastes
c-m on her face while i’m sippin the ace
girls bums on my face ever since i was selling that base
get to home plate listening to drake by the fireplace
i’m the same thug selling the crack rock decked out in jays

[hook]

[verse 3: skittlez]
we’re as fast as lightning and my words are igniting
don’t think they’re inviting or things are gonna get exciting
i spit my own sh-t like i do on fridays
sh-tting on the highway and driving sideways
my lyrical level isn’t ready for the world my words are to intricate
after infinite watch the immigrants be descendant
for my certificate illiterate imprisonment legitimate
want to watch me form wordplay
in a birdcage on my birthday
more angry than a volcano mixed with an earthquake in a hurricane
flying mermaids
my alter ego is fume thug
born in an operating room hooked on a hallucinogenic drug
they say i’m a lyricist that speaks gibberish and i’m serious
the illest villanous wickedest sh-t spitter
saw a b-tch k!lled her with a television transmitter and did her

[hook]

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