KRATOS lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C]
(Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
yung hi c in this ice, n*gga (Hello, b*tch ass)
Blood Rain f*ckin' Boys, man
All these n*ggas tryna steal my f*cking swag and sh*t, n*gga (Hello)
I see y'all f*ck n*ggas, man
Run up on y'all f*ck n*ggas, man (Hello, b*tch, b*tch)
Stepping on necks, b*tch (b*tch)

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
n*gga want war, I feel like Kratos
Futuristic handgun just like Halo
Put a hole in his head like a bagel
Foreign whips, n*gga, I feel like J Lo
Spin a blunt, n*gga, just like tornado
She pop a Skittle, now she taste the rainbow
Demon n*gga pourin' blood in a Faygo
You want a pint, got hit with the Karo
Her face is like Stitch, my b*tch look like Lilo
f*ckin' this b*tch while you watch through the peephole
Run off on that n*gga just like Ochocinco
Damn, now I gotta lay low
Cast a spell, slide in a Range Rover
Gotta die rich, I need them bankrolls
Cannot die broke, I need them pesos
Cast a love spell, she do what I say so
Stuck on my di*k, b*tch, l'eggo my eggo
f*ck on her friend, now I'm a a-hole
She sniffing K 'til she in the k-hole
Pouring up drank, RIP Fredo
Married the money, now my pockets preggo
My pockets preggo just like Juno
I got the juice, tell me something I don't know
f*cked on his b*tch and he still don't know
She in my DM's, that's why he mad at her
Pull up in Hellcat, not a Challenger
Chop a n*gga up just like Soulcalibur
Pouring up drank until my stomach burst
[Interlude: Hi-C & Diamondsonmydi*k]
Yeah, Hi-C in this b*tch
Reptilian Club Boyz, man (What?)
Blood Rain Boys, b*tch (What? Ayy)

[Verse 2: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Vampire Gang, pouring blood in my double cup
f*ck that lil' b*tch, she don't get no love
True jeans filled up with the blue bucks
These n*ggas pus*y just like Ladybug
[?] I'm in her mouth like gold slugs
Talking sh*t, see me in person, don't do nothing
Count up the blood, I'm 'bout to pour up
Keep blowing my high, b*tch, get the f*ck off (おかえり)
Cast a love spell, hit your b*tch from the side
Say you want smoke, n*gga, why you ain't slide?
I wish you would try, get shot in your eye
Skinny n*gga but this strap's on the side
I'm the first n*gga you met and I'm taxing
With the gang chilling out in Manhattan
You know that you pus*y, n*gga, stop acting
Mini chopper break him down like a fraction
Cuffing that b*tch, I know she a ho
Cast a love spell, now she suckin' me slow
Pull up pouring a four
Kick down your door, letting it go
Shoot that n*gga, watch his soul leave his body
I don't need a strap, beat his ass like Baki
Taking souls, n*gga, that is my hobby
Sacrifice 'em then pull up in a foreign
Sipping blood, n*gga, this is not 'Korn
Getting top from your b*tch while I'm recording
Pew, pew, I got smoke like a Suorin
Just took a Xan', I'll see you in the morning