DOOMSLAYER Lyrics

Take the blade up out my chest and put the blade up to your neck bitch

Take the blade from out my back and use the brain right on me

Pause

Scratches on my body, I don't think I'm Santa Claus

I just did a show, I'm just waiting for a round of applause

Stepping in Christian Lous, I'm wanna get in sync AirPods

Big Steppin, big bite, got a fish up on the hook

Jaws

I don't think that I'm okay, when I be having withdrawals

Sweating from the top of my head

To the bottom of my balls

Told me I could have the world as long as I don't drop the ball

Said that I'm a hooper, baby

All I know is ball or fall

And I don't fuck with hookah, baby

All I know is smoking strong

Just the I live above the rim

You think my ass was super tall

You is just kid

I'm a vet

Go and grab a straw

Fucking blow your lid off

I'm up next

I don't need a boss

TMill can you do something for me

Shut the fuck up

I ain't listening to her loss

When I look up out the window, all I see is snow

I be hurting through the window, they ain't even know

When I look up out the window, all I see is snow

See me living in the snow, guess I mean I'm cold

Take the blade up out my chest and put the blade up to your neck bitch

Take the blade from out my back and use the brain right on me

Pause

Scratches on my body, I don't think I'm Santa Claus

I just did a show, I'm just waiting for a round of applause

Stepping in Christian Lous, I'm wanna get in sync AirPods

Big Steppin, big bite, got a fish up on the hook

Jaws

I don't think that I'm okay, when I be having withdrawals

Sweating from the top of my head

To the bottom of my balls

I think I should murder my head

Put my number on the cloth

I don't wanna get out of bed

Think I got another cough

I don't wanna talk no

Bitch I feel tossed

Send it to the top hoe

Like Randy Moss

I ain't never make a league, but I can get across

Used to think it's make-believe until it's like a loss

I just wanna make em see that they can live in my barrage

Ay ay

Now I want 12 cars

That's a dozen for a dub going to the bar

That's a doozie of a dub we can smoke it now

Let me tell you a little something, uh

I don't like rules, I don't like school

I don't like you, and I don't like you

I don't like your friends, and I don't like him

Said he's just a friend, but you wake up in his bed

If you do it again, fucking leave him dead

Take the blade up out my chest and put the blade up to your neck bitch

Take the blade from out my back and use the brain right on me

Pause

Scratches on my body, I don't think I'm Santa Claus

I just did a show, I'm just waiting for a round of applause

Stepping in Christian Lous, I'm wanna get in sync AirPods

Big Steppin, big bite, got a fish up on the hook

Jaws

I don't think that I'm okay, when I be having withdrawals

Sweating from the top of my head

To the bottom of my balls