​vultures

Lyrics

Fuck being lowkey wanna smash sumthin Fuck being safe grab the cash out it Mr crabs and shit, feeding feening drug addicts Me myself and i, tighter than a mormon's mothers clit I'm fisting at abortion clinics, feening for attention cus you bored of living People scrapbook cut you into portions in a Quarter minute Leaving corpses twitching Aim above a piggys vest Clip gon leave em clipping 3d printed blade dissecting necks 'Bola's back Blow her's out with packs of cancerous smoke Purpose the danger, you can't dasher when the antlers is broke Line of the sand in my nose Cut from your hands to your toes Put you rappers skulls on a stick to make sure my manners is shown Scavengers swirl x2 Beaks of brains for breakfast