soul eater

Lyrics

[Chorus: KAMAARA] Oh shit, you look like you seen a ghost Wipe the terror on his face and put the evil in her soul Smoking so much gas, I can feel my body levitate Exhaust make the ground shake, run from 12 in broad day Come again? Kicking dust up in the wind Bitch, I do this shit for real, there's no reason to pretend Down to ride, down to die, shift the gear and let it slide Hold the chrome out the window, mothafucka say goodnight, yeah [Verse 1: KAMAARA] Knock knock, yeah, it's me, motherfucker Running in the door with the heat, motherfucker God damn, God damn, got blood on the floor Got the butterfly knife and the butterfly door Oh shit, oh shit, run it back again I need a goth shawty, baby, not no average bitch Got the hellcat screaming, got my bitch, she a demon Smell the rubber mothafucka, hear the wheels, they squealing How the fuck you managed to give up like that? Spinning stuck inside the mud, can't seem to get back on track As I come around the curve and I continue to pass My middle finger out the window with your bitch in my lap [Verse 2: Savage Ga$p] Yuh, look, like first thing first, I'ma whip the benz Might text yo' bitch that I'm in her ends She got a man out in Texas she used to mess with, wait Sorry, I couldn't find a fuck to give Okay, one fuck, two fuck, I fucked, you fucked That's our girl, bruh, but you broke and I'm up Respond to her story with black heart emojis To pictures she took in my bathroom, I'm sorry Halloweentown, I'm the CEO With the Haunted House gang when I'm with the bro And yo, KAM boutta make me do the sexy voice The hoes gon' love this shit, you know The hoes gon' love- Dear Neptune, that's a bad ass bitch So let that man go and let me hit, okay I'm not shit and you not shit and you know this So why the fuck we still standing here? Okay, I don't want another, so what are you on now? You don't need nobody, I love it, it's going down And pretty girls love me, I got them tweeting like "Bitch, that's so not Haunted House" Okay, all my exes, y'all ain't on shit Send a postcard from my dick To the ones with the songs that I made that were hits When they plays in the club, I just hope that you sick Like, I sing songs, you know these hoes love it Your boyfriend got Savage Ga$p plugins Yeah, the Dark Souls boss of all them health bussin' But we all gotta die sometimes, I guess, fuck it [Chorus: KAMAARA] Oh shit, you look like you seen a ghost Wipe the terror on his face and put the evil in her soul Smoking so much gas, I can feel my body levitate Exhaust make the ground shake, run from 12 in broad day C-Come again, kicking dust up in the wind Bitch, I do this shit for real, there's no reason to pretend Down to ride, down to die, shift the gear and let it slide Hold the chrome out the window, mothafucka say goodnight, yeah