RED RIBBON ARMY Kill Bill: The Rapper

[Verse 1]
We could die in the mountains
We could lose what we built
I'm not afraid to keep my head underwater
Draw and quarter, mold my legs into stilts
It’s a given
Slip into the murk and watch
I heard your thoughts. They're gross
I don't know your dose, but I’m sick of losing sleep every night with a fine-tooth comb to your quotes
Give a fuck about a quota
Sentences sweeter than mocha
Favorite gym leader was Koga
Fizzle like soda. Belittled, we slip into comas
As sure is the grip of the boa
But slowly we see it
Tossed in the mines, hearing scrеams falling out the Alpines
See, nobody cares right now and for damn surе didn't give a fuck the first time
Hoe, it's fuck my enemies
Every single one of 'em
Throwing elbows, I ain't even making fun of 'em
Everybody wanna front until I get in front of 'em

[Chorus]
Rats
Mice
Juxtaposition
It's fuck your tradition
We in the machine getting crushed by the pistons
Blood in my nails
RATS
MICE
Juxtaposition
It’s fuck your tradition
We in the machine getting crushed by the pistons
The bloodiest cuticles scratching on metal