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Backlash (feat. Arigha) Video (MV)




Performed By: Skeltma
Length: 1:58
Written by: Joshua Watkins, Zach DLima




Skeltma - Backlash (feat. Arigha) Lyrics




What
Ima rock up in a suit and then murder you
Call up your bitch and she ain't never heard of you
Call that a steal my steel is real
I slice up a veal no heal no deal
Burst thru the doors yeah i'm carrying explosives
Come from the floors slowly dying corrosive
Do this shit for no reason i don' have a motive
Said i cant do shit guess we gotta show them
Uh
I got katana, uh
I'm bout to slice up the drama, uh
I cause the terror Osama, uh
Shits getting hot like Sahara, hara
Yeah she go ape for banana
Smoking that marijuana
Your bitch yeah she call me father
Drowning in all of my dollars
I gotta go
She wanna stay and continue to blow
Driving through her order out or to go
All of my fingers can't count all my foes
Even toes
You a flop job
Looking like a hot dog
Stop bob, call me god
Ima poke and prod
With a hot rod, tsssss smoke all your pot
Poor sod looking like i'm Farquad, f*ck wad, what not
Oh shit its the boys in blue get out the way and move
Your soul is due this shits what poison do
Said i don't got time for you, uh
I got the part
Playing a yellow boy calling me Bart
Quitting my job at the Kwik-e-Mart
So I gotta play my cards, yah
Its ya boy and hes f*cking crazy
Back to the og shit little miss daisy
See all the people are starting to praise me
Could by a Tesla but i am too lazy
I be forbidden like fruit
Don't hesitate shoot
I'm aiming for you
Pipe her ima root
Peter piper play the flute, yah
1, 2, 3
All these bitches come to me
A, B, C
Shit is too easy like back in year 3
Ghost face, hack slash
See your bitch i wanna smash
In the back of class
Taking backlash
Uh
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What
Ima rock up in a suit and then murder you
Call up your bitch and she ain't never heard of you
Call that a steal my steel is real
I slice up a veal no heal no deal
Burst thru the doors yeah i'm carrying explosives
Come from the floors slowly dying corrosive
Do this shit for no reason i don' have a motive
Said i cant do shit guess we gotta show them
Uh
I got katana, uh
I'm bout to slice up the drama, uh
I cause the terror Osama, uh
Shits getting hot like Sahara, hara
Yeah she go ape for banana
Smoking that marijuana
Your bitch yeah she call me father
Drowning in all of my dollars
I gotta go
She wanna stay and continue to blow
Driving through her order out or to go
All of my fingers can't count all my foes
Even toes
You a flop job
Looking like a hot dog
Stop bob, call me god
Ima poke and prod
With a hot rod, tsssss smoke all your pot
Poor sod looking like i'm Farquad, f*ck wad, what not
Oh shit its the boys in blue get out the way and move
Your soul is due this shits what poison do
Said i don't got time for you, uh
I got the part
Playing a yellow boy calling me Bart
Quitting my job at the Kwik-e-Mart
So I gotta play my cards, yah
Its ya boy and hes f*cking crazy
Back to the og shit little miss daisy
See all the people are starting to praise me
Could by a Tesla but i am too lazy
I be forbidden like fruit
Don't hesitate shoot
I'm aiming for you
Pipe her ima root
Peter piper play the flute, yah
1, 2, 3
All these bitches come to me
A, B, C
Shit is too easy like back in year 3
Ghost face, hack slash
See your bitch i wanna smash
In the back of class
Taking backlash
Uh
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Writer: Joshua Watkins, Zach DLima
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