[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm livid, break you with the pivot
Snipe away ya life, don't croak or ribbit
Your jugular I rip it, your throat you're gon' give it
I'ma take a piss on your vocal chords, I'm shitting
On the fucking living, that's you living
Murder be the murky mission
Raising up the sight high in the kitchen eating spinach
I'ma menace, I'ma finish on your girl, with the pearls
You gon' wife a thot, well that thought gon' make me hurl
[Chorus]
Run fast, consequences run fast
You will never run past
Give the gun a dumb dance, dumb dance (Ossaya)
Run fast, consequences run fast
You will never run past
Give the gun a dumb dance, dumb dance
[Verse 2]
Separating and sedating
I'm home and I'm turning them in and I'm choppin' your bones
I'm crazy like rabies and I don't want to wait, I've be waiting
And lately been patient, but tonight there'll be patients galore
Right up your fucking alley doc, I be swangin' the sword
There gon' be lore about Haarper, taking out the arches
A man to a king, merking pawns and the farmers
I can feel your hatred, I was the black sheep
But now I got the upper hand, your life and yours to keep, motherfucker
Bitch I'm livid, break you with the pivot
Snipe away ya life, don't croak or ribbit
Your jugular I rip it, your throat you're gon' give it
I'ma take a piss on your vocal chords, I'm shitting
On the fucking living, that's you living
Murder be the murky mission
Raising up the sight high in the kitchen eating spinach
I'ma menace, I'ma finish on your girl, with the pearls
You gon' wife a thot, well that thought gon' make me hurl
[Chorus]
Run fast, consequences run fast
You will never run past
Give the gun a dumb dance, dumb dance (Ossaya)
Run fast, consequences run fast
You will never run past
Give the gun a dumb dance, dumb dance
[Verse 2]
Separating and sedating
I'm home and I'm turning them in and I'm choppin' your bones
I'm crazy like rabies and I don't want to wait, I've be waiting
And lately been patient, but tonight there'll be patients galore
Right up your fucking alley doc, I be swangin' the sword
There gon' be lore about Haarper, taking out the arches
A man to a king, merking pawns and the farmers
I can feel your hatred, I was the black sheep
But now I got the upper hand, your life and yours to keep, motherfucker
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