SOUL EATER FLOW! lyrics
by Ayce Comet
[Intro: KIDSIN]
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye, yeah, ew
Walzy
[Verse 1: KIDSIN]
She said my condom is hella small
Alex Jones, I corrupt them all
Just hit a lick off the adderall
Suck my di*k, right against her jaw
Icy wrists, it's an Audemar
You a b*tch, and that's a fact
Dirty lean with the xanax, aye
Dirty b*tch got anthrax
That's kinda gross, see your parents said
She suck my di*k like a parasite, aye
You a b*tch, it's embarrassing, aye
[?] it's an appetite aye
Got hella high off the edible
f*cked the b*tch, it's incredible
Slim thick, Ms. Incredible
I'm real rich, it's incredible
Cracked the boy, he an imbecile
Check the forest kicks, I'm a criminal
I know that I'm not that lyrical, but when I hear your songs it's miserable
Why this pus*y talking sh*t, like I won't hit him with the sticks
Got a fully loaded clip, and I might just let it rip
In your guts I'll take a di*k
Switchblade by my wrists
Pistol that n*ggas b*tch, now she begging for the tip
I'll take her to my manner, aye
f*ck her till she vanishes
My di*k just did some damage, aye
So throw that b*tch a bandage, aye
[Interlude: Ayce Comet]
Aye, you in the bag
I'm not gonna lie to you
I'ma teach you how it's done for real
Okay, hey, aye
Let me see how your father does it
f*ck you mean
Okay
[Verse 2: Ayce Comet]
Living this life like a gymnast, aye
f*ck with what you mean, I'm on the Tinder, aye
She talk sh*t till I swing the blade
f*ck one of them n*ggas, then I (Nut at yo face)
I don't get sh*t, I make minimum wage
Your b*tch on my hip, and a clip on my waist
She wanna f*ck, and I tell her okay
She riding the clique, like this sh*t is a wave
She say ayce so awesome, aye
That b*tch might play a possum, aye
He want f*ck, I toss him, aye
Don't test me, and I cross him, aye
b*tch [?] get your cake up
Running on your bat like a baseball
b*tch I'm [?] you won't say sum'
I pull up and [?]
Indeed a fascist
And my wrist new Patek
Call KIDSIN, he my son, born assassin
Finna catch a case for the n*ggas that be taxin'
Watch me do the race, and she see that flaccid
My mom make news, and she sound like a savage
Finna hit a lick, by the pit, we be cashin'
Life is a b*tch and that b*tch is the baddest
I don't give a f*ck
Go crazy, it's a habit
[Outro]
Go crazy, aye (Go crazy, aye)