SUMMERSAULT Lyrics

Yea I look suspicious

Survival of the fittest

Nigga you do not fit in

You pussy call you kitten

Get popped into submission

Mask on ninja traditions

I plan like a tactician

So you will end up missing

Hit them with the sawed off

Chopped that nigga's head off

Then I took his braud fucked that bitch yeah raw dawg

She said she don't like dogs but that was in the prologue

All she know my pole long she popped it didn't take long

Still don't give a fuck hell no

The yhoppa give this nigga adidas like shell toes

You don't wanna fight me cause you will get hit swiftly and quickly with a mother fucking Elbow

Tactful Impactful

Send your homie going astral breaking shackles

I don't care if it's a hassle

Are you baffled

Killing all your stupid friends they up capsules fucking rascals

Better not tattle

Better not babble

Cause you'll get pop quick with the rice like crackle

Better not battle

Better not haggle

Cause you'll get snapped quick real crisp then travel

To a new planet

Fragile appearance

What are you wearing nigga where are your parents

It is apparent

I don't like Karens

I beat that bitch up so she's not coherent

I wish my mind was empty

My nine is kinda empty

Whose she you looking pretty

I want you and you need me

Choppa that's a uzi

That's my little toolie

If you feeling choosy yeah my toolie make you woozy

Roll you up like sushi hop in my Jacuzzi

Rollin' up my papers you would think that shit was loose leaf

My dawgs are really spooky

Your dawgs are really snoopies

Don't come around me snooping you'll get grinded to a smoothie

Kick back and watch a movie

Like what the fuck they doing

That shit was so amusing these mother fucking goofies

I don't even know why you looking my way

You will get shot in the face

You gonna sleep in your grave

That is a path you paved

Nigga gonna die he'll be fly high won't see another day

Nigga gonna die he won't get by don't see another way

I don't give a fuck what these bitch niggas say

Hit him with the choppa now he not okay

Grant him a wish at the end of the day the gift was a present the gun it held weight

I am a predator killing my prey these demons are battling me to my grave

They throwing a party like they love to rave

I'm done spitting facts I'll be on my way