Bootlace Ouija Macc

[Chorus]
Duct tape on your face (huh)
Didn't I bash your skull in with the mace
No face. No case (not at all)
Facial tissue floating in a vase (in a vase, huh?)
Bitch I been collecting all this pain (all this pain)
Swangin' all over my lane (swang, swang, swang)
Sucker better recognize the game (huh)
Stay the fucc outta my lane (ooh ooh ooh)
Get a bootlace, bootlace homie you gon' need a new face, new face
I'ma leave the scene with no trace, no trace (huh)
Ain't nobody see me but the fourth dimension (?) race

[Verse 1]
(?) in ways I can't explain
The govеrnment is (?) to aliens again
I might get assassinatеd any fucking day
I don't give a fucc my concious bacced up any fuccin' way
Hop up out that cryogenic chamber my container (huh)
Ouija 3.0 the chosen juggalo to save (yuh)
Foaming out the mouth with all the motha fuccin flavor
Linking with the opps you linking with the ventilator (huh)
Fucc up out my face hol'up
I am not in space
I'ma park my spaceship on your mothafuccin grave
Tie up my bootlace
Foot go through your face
Just like how that spoon (?)
Now you got a taste, everybody got a taste
Hatchet in my hand hoe carnival my faith (hol'up)
You know I was raised in my crib with a grenade
Living on the blade ain't gon' tie up your bootlace (hold up)