Creepy Crawler lyrics

"You are now listening to Chlorine"

"f*ck this sh*t boy!"

[Verse 1]
(Like that b*tch!) Yeah it's that crawler (huh) that creepy crawler (yuh!)
I'm creeping up on 'em I'm stacking my commas
I find no solace (nah!)
That blocc get hot as Arizona (hot!)
I'm in the sauna so fucc around if you wanna, you b*tches wanna?
I let my chopper pop
Cutting up another motherf*cker let 'em percolate (yeah!)
Then I lay low I don't want no murder case (murda case!) (huh)
All he seen was a painted face
It's like my OG say "f*ck this sh*t boy!" (let's go!)
Lean what I whip (whip!)
Still won't see me slip (No!)
Devil on my shoulder kickflippin' on a chip (hol' up!)
He said "f*ck 'em all homie go and clock a grip (yeah!)
Choppers cost money, yeah we really killing it
Opps talking sh*t real killers they ain't feeling it (huuh!)
Hop off the dicc lil' b*tch do you get it yet? (No!) (Naw!) (huh!)
Guess you slower than I thought you was
Ain't no one stopping us
"f*ck this sh*t boy!"
[Verse 2]
Stuff yo f*cking head in a jar
Put that sh*t away for tomorrow
Welcome to my death seminar
Let the voices talk to me now
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"f*ck this sh*t boy!"
(?) the Faygo sipper
Ouija Macc, yo favorite ninja
Catch a bigot hatchet to his brain and paint a f*cking picture (ooh!)
Had to Police sergeant laying with you (huh!) (uuh!)
Should'nt assume that I was playin' witcha (I ain't playin!)
Ouija make the blood splat like a Rorschach
Pull up at your crib 3AM and I torch that
Corpse where yo porch at
Brains on your doormat (huh!)
Where that dork at?
"f*ck this sh*t boy!"

[Outro]
Skaer Locc
Ouija Macc
You pineapple headed motherf*cka