FUCK AM I FOR Kill Dyll

[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
Fuck am I for? (For—for—for—for)
If the pussy wanna run up
Watch his spine turn gold (Gold—gold—gold)
Motherfuckers tryna test me
But my mind don't fold (Don't fold—don't fold—don't fold)
Make a pussy with that TikTok, do him on his slide
Fucker thinks he breathing, but your face look so demised
Pussy do not play me, you wanted a fucking war?
So everyone you get is shunt inside of a lie
Rest in peace, no-no-no-no-no-no, rest in piss
You don't need a body, his contents just don't exist
Yeah, that fucker would be breathing if he wasn't such a bitch
These motherfuckers will be dying if they didn't know the sick (Agh)

[Bridge: Kill Dyll]
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Kill Dyll]
Run with the bullet and I run with the blade
All these motherfuckers dead when they say my name
I'ma put him in the grave and I'm givin' him a tumor, I am Jamie Colby (Agh)
Spinnin' the fucker, I'm working up with the cutting
I wanna burnout the rest and I'm fucking over the trauma
I really cannot get better even if I've been then filled with the love
It's still missing, okay, bitch? And I'm only gon' really hate, bitch
Send a fucker home, I'm like a motherfuckin' gift
If the fucker really posted, then I'ma put him in a ditch
I'ma push him on a bolt through his motherfuckin' hips
I've been on a grind, I've been looking fuckin' sick
So messed up in my own damn path
Who is checking for the outing like a baseball bat?
I ain't fuckin' with a lame, and I leave him in a vat
Fuck am I—fuck am I—fuck am I—fuck am I for?
(For—for—for—for—for)