SKEET MODE lyrics

[Intro]
No, no, like
This, this, it's like this
Are you f*cking ready?
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
I'm f*cking ready dude!
Ow, oh, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Jmattson]
I don’t speak too much
I’m the quiet type (Quiet type)
But come to one of my shows and I'ma show you what a riot like
Motherf*cker, yeah, I’m down to die tonight
Sipping cyanide
Me and my demons seeing eye-to-eye
I try and try but f*ck it
I kick the bucket
Switchblade, I tuck it
The blood get all on my knuckles
I f*cking love it
My stomach, it f*cking rumbles
I’m on a budget
I’m hungry
I don’t want trouble, but b*tch I’m hunting
Better run, bеtter get to cover quick
I’m coming for that cashflow
Any mothеrf*cker can get it
Yeah, I’m an as*h*le
No better place than on the run
I’m feeling like I’m Rambo
Grabbing the machete from my hip
I’m out of ammo
Grab, hold ya neck and b*tch I squeeze until your head pop
Dark web files encrypted inside my desktop
Motherf*ckers itching to get in my f*cking head
Stop a motherf*cking bullet before I would ever let y’all
Oh, oh, oh
[Chorus: SLEUTH]
b*tch, it’s all your fault (Yeah), don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street, no cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us (f*ck you)
b*tch, it’s all your fault, don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street, no cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
Saint drug

[Verse 2: Mossback]
Slipping in the paint, sorrow face, no sticky
You wonder where the heat is, I got plenty, don’t be picky
Don’t act so defeated, drink some liquor, you look sicky
Gimme a reason to flip a b*tch like SSX Tricky (Woo)
Battle axe, heart attack when I’m bugging (Oh)
Corpse paint granny on my di*k mean mugging (Ayy)
Please cousin, I don’t need the grief
No luggage, no baggage
Stay back, stay mad
We buzzing, keep scrubbing (Damn)
Coughing off the wicked, I’ve had visions
Way beyond depiction in the written
I’ve had family turn on me (God damn)
f*ckin' up the mission thinking that we’re different
Why you causing friction
I’m spliffing in the fetal position
[Bridge: Sleuth]
Oh, we buzzing (Ryaa)
f*ck with all the ruckus
Got the lame brains clucking
I don’t think you’re paid
I really think you straight bluffing
Know we’re headed to the heavens
But it don’t change nothing
What the f*ck

[Chorus: SLEUTH]
b*tch, it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
b*tch, it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a fiend, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us

[Outro: Sleuth]
And the sauce on the side
With the what, and the fries, and the-
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us