JIGSAW lyrics

[Intro: Nascar Aloe]
Ha-ha
b*tch, I'm Nascar, who are you?

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
b*tch, I feel like Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
b*tch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
f*cked the game up, b*tch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
b*tch, I want to cut necks, don't give a f*ck 'bout blue checks

[Verse 1: Nascar Aloe]
b*tch, I'm about it, I count the pesos
Shootin' 'em down like it was Halo, uh-uh-uh
A few hundred rounds up in the Draco
Fingerin' yo b*tch like Play-Doh, uh-uh-uh
Cup full of mud, with this I may blow
And yo b*tch givin' fellatio, uh-uh-uh
Some' wrong with my brain, I don't think that I'm stable
But my [?] give me appraisal, uh
Bricked out, still p*ssed off, my di*k hard, it's liftoff
I'm unchained like Django, I waltz in like Christoph
b*tch, I am Nascar, I don't need no pistol
Lil' boys want play games, I turn into Jigsaw
[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
b*tch, I feel like Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
b*tch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
f*cked the game up, b*tch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo' song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
b*tch, I want to cut necks, don't give a f*ck 'bout blue checks

[Verse 2: Frit$God]
I don't play with dumb sh*t, 'boutta Pack-a-Punch, b*tch
Wake up with a goth b*tch, I don't play with drumsticks
Extendo clips, extendo hits
And that b*tch gon' trick for sh*t, I'ma come in with the clique
On my hip, knock it off, ayy, b*tch, knock it off
Ayy, sh*t, why you soft, ayy, got a sawed-off
Oh my God, turn a Christian b*tch into a rock star
I got plots, all this sh*t that none these n*ggas be on
[Verse 3: kB3ACH]
I could turn a nun into a freak
Put that Xan up in her butt, now that b*tch be geeked
Get that guap, get them bands every day of the week
pus*y boy talkin' sh*t, gonna see the bottom of my feet
b*tch, I'm out here in the streets, b*tch, I'm out here in the streets
I been off the porch since a n*gga was sixteen
pus*y n*gga talkin' sh*t, but see him, won't do nothing
When my n*ggas catch that boy, bet they gon' do something

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Can't nobody rap like me or act like me
If he even try, I'm causin' casualties
b*tch, I feel Storm 'cause this a tragedy
Ran away from hell, the demons after me
b*tch, I bossed up, and now they envy me
f*cked the game up, b*tch, I'm the MVP
Yeah, I heard yo' song, it sounded incomplete
Voices in my head, it's different entities

[Post-Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
But I'm ragin', instead I'm pointing guns to my head
I'm a demon, I see red, I need to feed off the flesh
Aloe aim by your chest, I calculate just like chess
b*tch, I want to cut necks, don't give a f*ck 'bout blue checks