UMAGA lyrics

[Intro]
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
c*ck my di*k back, let it bust on a b*tch
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus: KXLLSWXTCH]
b*tch, it's suicide if you test your luck with mine
Like a Lucky Strike, you get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Discs, your flesh divide
Shawty ride my di*k like motorists, then get exiled
Ain't life a b*tch? Oh well, don't fold, get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell 'cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodiеs droppin', lead showers keep fallin', subtracting heads

[Verse 1: KXLLSWXTCH]
Okay, hot steel, burn him likе slicks
b*tch, I'm feelin' like Umaga with my thumb in your b*tch
Okay, you flinch, like Mahito, get stitched
Transfiguring her belly when I'm in her uterus
Okay, got green on me like a Celtic
Okay, too much money coming, I'm a rich prick, okay
My b*tch thick, shawty viscous, okay
My dog rolling with me like Finn, okay
Said my b*tch pus*y pink like the fur coat on Killa Cam
Saiga-12 rip through your tissue, hit your core like menstrual cramps
b*tch, I'm twisted with that metal, dispose of you, then I laugh
Heat blasting like Tennyson, I disintegrate y'all to ash
[Verse 2: SXMPRA]
F-Face to face with the razor blade like everyday
And I don't wanna better hold my tongue, no more, lil b*tch, I'ma say what I say
When I get to spraying, they breaking, praying on my hesitation
Nations of our generation wasted, their body been put to the grave
b*tch I be stuck up and down with the waves
f*ck everybody, I move at my pace
f*ck everybody, I'm getting my paper
These pussies be talking, I get to the fade
Running, running out of money
How the f*ck is you gonna hate?
Rottie rippin' up his face
Choppa kickin', make 'em race
Pop a 9 up in my brain
And let me drift away, b*tch

[Verse 3: KXLLSWXTCH with SXMPRA]
b*tch want smoke, ain't nobody wanna test
No, the kid won't fold, leave his body a mess
And when the world go cold, watch a motherf*cker rise up out the mud, from mud to millionaire, I digress
My TEC, put the barrel to his neck
Pull the trigger, motherf*cker, let me know what's next
Lil' ho, it's that young Van Gogh, b*tch, I'm painting with the head
Everybody want a hand like it's Left 4 Dead, okay

[Verse 4: SXMPRA]
b*tch, I'm bustin' out the cage, I leave 'em wasted, I'm wasted
These motherf*ckers think I got complacent
I place 'em up in the morgue and now they busy wastin'
They tastin' that bitter taste, b*tch, that be my name
[Chorus: KXLLSWXTCH]
b*tch, it's suicide if you test your luck with mine
Like a Lucky Strike, you get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like Destructo Discs, your flesh divide
Shawty ride my di*k like motorists, then get exiled
Ain't life a b*tch? Oh well, don't fold, get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell 'cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin', lead showers keep fallin', subtracting heads