Summon the graveyards
Bodies in the freight yard
Picture perfect bitches I left leaking under train cars
They tried to play cards
Pop like f*cking 8 bars
Spray my dick up desert tan and make em lick the paint off
I'm off the radar
The boy that turned invisible
Ive cheated death so many times you'd think I was invincible
Still despicable
To bitches irresistible
Still stick you with the blade it's f*cking sharp and unforgivable
Not superficial I mean maybe a little
I'm that dickhead in middle
Six get tripled
Then I giggle hoe
Create a thunderstorm
All you f*cking pop star little bitches playing evil let me show you how the devil form
Satans second born
That ain't my kid you f*cking whore
Cause If he was he'd have a pair of wings with f*cking devil horns
I'm with my f*cking horde
Sendemup up on the mask
And AK with them magazines that drag like an extension cord
I need attention or
To be thrown in a mental ward
You ain't gon do a f*cking thing
The f*ck I need protection for
You see the metal pour
The blade with elemental force
That stubborn f*cking devil boy
The f*ck you think you steppin toward
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English
Summon the graveyards
Bodies in the freight yard
Picture perfect bitches I left leaking under train cars
They tried to play cards
Pop like f*cking 8 bars
Spray my dick up desert tan and make em lick the paint off
I'm off the radar
The boy that turned invisible
Ive cheated death so many times you'd think I was invincible
Still despicable
To bitches irresistible
Still stick you with the blade it's f*cking sharp and unforgivable
Not superficial I mean maybe a little
I'm that dickhead in middle
Six get tripled
Then I giggle hoe
Create a thunderstorm
All you f*cking pop star little bitches playing evil let me show you how the devil form
Satans second born
That ain't my kid you f*cking whore
Cause If he was he'd have a pair of wings with f*cking devil horns
I'm with my f*cking horde
Sendemup up on the mask
And AK with them magazines that drag like an extension cord
I need attention or
To be thrown in a mental ward
You ain't gon do a f*cking thing
The f*ck I need protection for
You see the metal pour
The blade with elemental force
That stubborn f*cking devil boy
The f*ck you think you steppin toward
Bodies in the freight yard
Picture perfect bitches I left leaking under train cars
They tried to play cards
Pop like f*cking 8 bars
Spray my dick up desert tan and make em lick the paint off
I'm off the radar
The boy that turned invisible
Ive cheated death so many times you'd think I was invincible
Still despicable
To bitches irresistible
Still stick you with the blade it's f*cking sharp and unforgivable
Not superficial I mean maybe a little
I'm that dickhead in middle
Six get tripled
Then I giggle hoe
Create a thunderstorm
All you f*cking pop star little bitches playing evil let me show you how the devil form
Satans second born
That ain't my kid you f*cking whore
Cause If he was he'd have a pair of wings with f*cking devil horns
I'm with my f*cking horde
Sendemup up on the mask
And AK with them magazines that drag like an extension cord
I need attention or
To be thrown in a mental ward
You ain't gon do a f*cking thing
The f*ck I need protection for
You see the metal pour
The blade with elemental force
That stubborn f*cking devil boy
The f*ck you think you steppin toward
Writer: Tyler Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid