[Intro: The Fatal Sling]
Ay, ay
Yah
[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
Killer clown face, put my Glock to your c*ck
Blow your brains out, out of your socket
b*tch, this ain't a pop rocket
Imma run up on your trap with that, non stop blam blam
From the Glock and the TEC-9 and the MAC-10 b*tch
Ay, with my clique, I run up on your chick
And I f*ck her from behind and I f*ck her and I dine, on her pus*y
b*tch yous a pus*y, I run up on yo trap, you a coochie
b*tch, I'm like a jack russell, I'll f*ck you up you a cat in the muscle
Ay, ay, ay
This sh*t f*cks with my brain
I can not f*ck with you I got the gains, ay, yuh
I don't know what the f*cks wrong with me, huh
[Verse 2: Otac]
I'm shooked b*tch, slitting your throat
b*tches shouldn't f*ck with me, I'm the goat
It's a freakshow, not the little boat
Yea I do it every day burning oat
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