Satan lyrics

[Intro]
(Ghosty)
Beep, beep, Richie
Time to float
Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear
This isn't real enough for you, Billy?
I'm not real enough for you?
It was real enough for Georgie

[Verse 1: Krudzorts]
Let me make this one thing clear
How many guys turnt pack?
Cameron, Mayhem, Stackz, Shockz, KG
All of them boys got whacked
Blacked out ballies when we slide 'round the aves
Grip on the mash and I let that slap
Shoot man's mum, I'll shoot his dad
In the head, I'm tapped
Call me Krudz or f*cking TinySkattz
I bored Cameron, now the pussio's dead
Chilling in the grave, he's f*cking dead
How many guys been f*cking M'd?
Shockz, YS, KG, ****, S
They all got kweffed
[?], [?], [?], SK
All of them boys got wet
Go ask Skattz how we got down Shockz
Back that rambz or I back that Glock
2 shells in a shotgun gon' pop
And we done put men in a coffin box
Add a K to the 3x2, get shot
Add a K to the P, get bun and dropped
[?], [?], [?], Stackz, [?]
They all got put in a box
TrapGiddy YS is a f*cking nerd
Skattz bored [?] and [?]'s in the arse
How can you say that we ain't on p*ss?
4 times that I let that slap
But only 1 time did I ever miss
I just got a call from Skattz
Saying that he f*cked up Shockz's b*tch
I don't wanna hear no talk on my name
If you know, then you know 'bout the Cameron prick
Shockz got put in a spliff
Smile on my face when I heard that sh*t
Tear through livers and open ribs
Watch me grin when I stab that kid
Rip his lungs, inject in his throat
Home visit settings, do it like Pop Smoke
When I wedge my shank on your chest
I promise you, imma lose control
I remember that day so f*cking clear
I bored YA, man done it live-o
His eyes rolled back, he was coughing out blood
Hearing the squish in his f*cking guts
My stomach cramped 'cause I laughed so much
Even though I knew he was done
I kept on digging up in his lungs
Bad B wanna suck off ParkSide Krudz
Give man head, no way can I beat it
Put your life on the line, don't steal it
KG got bust like semen
Swing my shank with force, I mean it
Slap that dotts, I'm a real life stealer
They asked what I wanna do in life
I said, "I wanna turn man pack like FIFA"
I fell in love with my rambo knife
I married it, I can't be a cheater
Come, have a taste of my knife
Let me show you about sharing's caring
Big man, let me show you what it's like
Stab that prick, pray to God he dies
Dabwoykd couldn't bust man's eye
I could get killed anytime, any day
So I message my marj and I say, "I'm alright"
Kidnap yutes and I pop their spines
Your mum's gonna get shotgunned by I
f*ck that, I'm sick of the talk
Grab that yute, feed him my sword
I just wanna kill their little siblings
And tear their mums to a dead-up corpse
Shockz got bored and KG's bored
Drill complete, round of applause
**** got bored, fell on the floor
I chinged him more, now he's f*cked like porn
I was an innocent kid
But di*kheads played with my mind and heart
Now I tear through flesh, I'm in love with it
And I rip through guts and I call it art
(I rip through guts and I call it art)
[Verse 2: Young Psycho]
Wet man up and feel, no way
I'm on the opp block with my favorite blade
Titch got put in my spliff
If you see me, better use them legs
How many opps got done last summer?
Cruise on them with my f*ck-off cutter
Rambo rips through skin like butter
The prick's dead on the floor
f*ck it, might as well ching him more (Ghosty)
T1 got put on a bench
J1 got put on a bench
SK got put on a bench
f*ck the opps, man