DISTORTION LORDS lyrics

[Intro: Die Perry]
(Y-y-you're so f*cking ruthless) (Ayy)
Pull up-pull up on that toy, how I'm sh*ttin' on you n*ggas
Like, yeah, my Glock is really racist 'cause it do not like n*ggas (Boom-boom)
Like, yeah, lil' shawty got braces, she gon' give my di*k a splinter (f*ck, haha)
These n*ggas rats and they pus*y, they be (Yuh) really (Yuh, ayy) [?]

[Verse 1: Die Perry & Craig Scissorhands]
Ayy, pull up on that gray, (Yuh) six-six in the whip (Yuh)
Triple six on my b*tch, triple six, six-six-six (Yuh)
She give top in the whip (Yuh, ayy), now she dancin' on my di*k (Yuh)
Call me [?] how the big dog fits (Ah)
And yo' b*tch f*ckin' on me like a motherf*ckin' di*k (Ayy)
And her pus*y macaroni, or some motherf*ckin' grits (Ayy)
And I keep that stick-ick on me, swear to God, that sh*t has tits (Oh, woah)
And these n*ggas hella funny, they ain't (Ayy) really doin' sh*t (Ah) (Hey, f*ck)

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
[?]
[?] little body, I fill it with [?]
Thanks for the verse, I won't do it tomorrow
You can pay for a verse, it don't mean that we friends
[?] inside my DMs
Hit from the back, but you know we not friends
[?] sellin' that pack, too much that'll end
I'ma break, bite, break, bite, break, bite (Uh)
[?] hittin' into daylight
Yuh [?]
Stop talkin' so much about your damn gay rights, yuh (What?)
Talkin' like you know what we came to say
[?]
I got a Glock and I shoot at you
Bullets [?] you, too
He talk out his head, he get hit with the one, two
[?] he don't know who to talk to
(Yuh, yeah-yeah)
[Verse 3: Die Perry]
Ayy-ayy, fe, fi, fo, kill a (Yuh) n*gga in his household (Ayy)
That b*tch say I'm sexy, but I told (What?) That b*tch (Yuh) look too old (Oh)
Ayy, obliterate n*ggas, we generate n*ggas (Yuh)
f*ck all these n*ggas, we killin' these n*ggas (Ayy)
Ayy, f*ck these n*ggas, pull out .22s (Heh-heh)
Give 'em twenty shots (What?) Like a doctor do (Okay)
Get my name out yo' mouth, that what b*tches do (b*tches?)
Put a gun to my face if you killer, too (Yuh, f*ck)
And yo' b*tch always askin' for [?] too (Yuh)
(Uh) why she all on my di*k tryna make a move? (Yuh)
Ayy, yuh, stay on my di*k, n*ggas think I'm cool (Haha)
How you swingin' a pu— (Ayy), a f*ckin' fool (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Die Perry]
Yeah, gas-gas-gas on me-on me
Yeah, I'm (Yuh) skatin' on n*ggas (Yuh), I'm like (Yuh) Tech Deck
Yeah, yo' b*tch said she want sex-sex, huh (Yuh)
When I rip, you rip (Yuh), no Beyblade sh*t (Yuh)
Yeah, DJ Ken, you f*ckin' play that sh*t (Ha)
Yeah, Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick
Like cannon (Yuh), I'm blastin' these n*ggas (Yuh, you alright?)
Yeah, I'll do a roundabout (Yuh), kill all these f*ckin' clowns (Yuh, ayy-ayy)
Hi, my name Chris Brown (Yuh), Look at Me right now (Yuh)
Twenty on his head (What?) No Harriet Tubman (Yuh)
n*ggas f*ckin' (Yuh) weird, they f*ckin' their cousin
We get this sh*t (Ayy) cheaper by the f*ckin' dozen
Yeah, these n*ggas wanna be (What?) It's 'cause they be buzzin'
[Outro: Die Perry]
Wait (Buzzin'), you get it? 'Cause, you know
Like, bee, buzzing?
Whatever, f*ck, NLM
Haha