TWENTYTHREE THIRTYNINE Istasha (Ft. LORD DISTORTION & ​nAvvvi)

[Chorus: nAvvvi]
Rush the bidniss up to mehico
You a puppet I'm the animal
You don't own my title
I'M A CRATER SENT FROM A PAYPHONE
I COULD FLY OUT BUT I WOULD DIE OUT
You don't own me shit you FUCK
NEVER DID I PUMMEL, IT'LL TAKE ME FUCKING MILLIONS

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Set your pin down like a cover slip
Slipping out the words a motherfucker clip out to pass on all your deficits
Harboring adrenaline chakra out don’t think about it
Pulse supplied surprised up from the project a Mannequin
Every patch of plasma reside and dig down a layer in it
Every pitch a prism abide the picture 'til prayers ended
Pop blade in silent
Shoeless like a faint assailant
New plane concrete slide
Open your battery
I can establish the fuckers been leaking of acid, whatever
Stop as the batch ends up reaching the core, that’s defeat, that’s he tribute with semen
Swimming and catch a body, you’re gonna float without precision
Ruin that aim Wilhelm blow to the brain brain, that’s just the lack of inhibition
Ultraviolet stains covers all your favourite tissue
But you beg for it, you fucking beg for it