Fatality

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Wicked] Yeah look A lot of you rapping motherfuckers can't even rap though I be committing and coming up on a cash flow I ain't speaking to no one cause I'm a asshole Til I'm pulling up on em' inside a Lambo Yeen ain't really ready for this Axe Murder business (huh) B-O-N-E-Z and Young Wicked (huh) Every year we coming like Christmas (huh) And we coming and bringing the fucking sickness (huh) I'mma leave you bleeding I'mma feed the demons Disturbing the peace I don't need a reason I murdered the beat, release diseases Put them hands up like you tryna reach for Jesus Don't nobody move or I'll reach for heaters And put you motherfuckers six feet beneath us All you enemies can never do shit to beat us You don't wanna admit it but your bitch believe us And this underground shit is a lifestyle I'm a Rock it for the people like an eyebrow Coming out of Colorado bitch I'm finna ride out Killing emcees broad day when it's nice out Bitch I be bringing the storm Better ring the alarm I'm a king to your pawn better leave me alone And I ain't with all that hoe shit that he on They gon' learn what it is when I'm bringing it on [Chorus: Young Wicked] Fatal Fatal Fatal This right here is fatal Grinding for the Queso Y'all as soft as Play-doh and we Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal This right here is fatal Grinding for the Queso Y'all as soft as Play-doh and we Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) [Verse 2: Bonez Dubb] It's about time to kill someone What the fuck have you all become Shit talking like you be the ones Spit you out like some chewing gum Coming at me would be mental Cause I put two in yo temple Knocking out all of your dental And it wouldn't be accidental cuz Bitch you act I'm bringing it back and put you in your fucking place Came to attack Rip out your heart and punch you in yo fucking face I'm not on the road you think you is famous Bitch you unknown You look hella old but try to be young Nobody believe you do what you're told and lock up your home But that won't stop Bonez Already inside cause I'm fucking cold I'm fucking your bitch cause I got a stone So give me them chips cause I know you're full I be making that Queso What's with all of that hate hoe? Making you bleed out your nasal coming with the warning label cause I'm [Chorus: Young Wicked] Fatal Fatal Fatal This right here is fatal Grinding for the Queso Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal This right here is fatal Grinding for the Queso Y'all as soft as Play-doe and we Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality) Fatal Fatal Fatal (Fatality)