​slice lyrics

[Intro: Jane Remover]
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Ah, ah ah ah (Go, go)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (Go, go)

[Chorus: Jane Remover]
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I'm always cookin’ up, it is no pasta (Pasta)
You're a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama

[Verse 1: Jane Remover]
And I heard you bitin' flows, like a piranha (A piranha)
And now you say, "You look like I don’t wanna" (I don't wanna)
And your stacks looking bumpy like a llama (Like a llama)
They gon' listen to me like I'm Dalai Lama (Dalai Lama)
I'm like your parent
Not your mommy, not your papa (Not your papa)
And I find it so convenient like at Wawa
And, and you at Burger King, I'ma order whoppers (Order whoppers)
You're like a supermarket if it had no shoppers (Had no shoppers)
You're like a parrot ’cuz you talk only when I talk
They leave you flatter than a pancake, like at IHOP (Like at IHOP)
Walk in this party and this girl doing the thot walk
(Can you even do that? Is that even possible?)
(Like do girls even exist?)
[Chorus: Jane Remover]
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I’m always cookin' up, it is no pasta (Pasta)
You’re a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama

[Verse 2: blxty]
You a fake b*tch, I don't f*ck with you
Toss your head in a carousel
Countin' bills and olive oil
Had to do what I had to do
[?]
You can tell your friends but your family ain't have life here
"blxty said I’m fat..." Right b*tch and you're in a fit
Wasting all your time now, this is just the prelim
Go, go, go, go
[?] steal your flow
I'ma go and do the most
[?]
I don't wanna see your ghost
Switch sides if you're feeling low
Are you sure you won't feel this now?
[?]

[Verse 3: kmoe]
Slice at your head with a knife
You know I don't play, got a sword like a knight
Slice at your head, make you cry
Yeah I get no money but I get head all the time
Slice at your head with a knife
You know I don't play, got a sword like a knight
Slice at your head, make you cry
Yeah I get no money but I get head all the time
[Chorus: Jane Remover]
I might sing a song, I go "la la la, la"
Feel like Bryan Silva, I go gra-ta-ta-ta
And I'm always cookin' up, it is no pasta (Pasta)
You're a loser, yeah, go cry to your mama