Ambience lyrics

[Intro: Chris Fehn, Undxxd, Sedy]
To understand Slipknot back then is really difficult because it's such
It's like such mental abuse (you know we in this b*tch)
You know just never getting any love (aye, yuh)
From the guys at all (god damn, what)
You know it was just a really hard time but I really really love music
(b*tch I'm, b*tch I'm)
b*tch I’m

[Verse 1: Undxxd]
b*tch I’m doin' a Kamikaze in the Maserati
Choppa hit yo body, gonna swing it like I’m c*cky
In the hotel lobby cuz' I know you can't stop me
Beat a f*ckin zombie with the stick like some hockey
Imma dive up in a b*tch like an ocean while I’m boastin'
Me 'nd Lenny Dozen stompin' f*cking skulls with no emotions
Roller coastin', but no smokin' so I eat CBD
Still young but I grew up off that B.E.T
Li-Li-Like any motherf*cker can pull up n' get hit wit' the stick
Any motherf*cker can pull up n get pistol whipped
A lot of you b*tches will do anything for clicks
Suck a di*k, 11 inch or get dragged n' get stitched like
b*tches in ditches, I ain’t passin' my digits
Glock pops if you fidget, I will never f*ck wit' you b*tches
Goin from rags to some riches, in this b*tch like it’s my bin’ness
Blade does flippin' n switchin', slice off a couple of inches of flesh
[Verse 2: Sedy]
I put a tab on her tongue
Breathe in the gas to my lungs, yuh
I give a f*ck bout the funds, found out a f*ckboy was wrong all along, yuh
I get my grip on her thong, di*k is too long
You gotta problem? b*tch what?
Look at my wrist it a clock, tickety tock
Loose of a fifth of da rum
Filling the void, feel no remorse
Pull out the blade, leave his ass as a corpse
Cut up yo face, blood on the floor
Put you down in the lake just for taking a look
f*ck up a fade, might leave you to lay
But only if you got a problem with me
Bust on her face, up on her chin
I f*ck or there’s nothing, a b*tch ain’t a friend
You say you posted, you say you drinking
You say you focused, but really don’t mean it
I see right through you, f*ck your demeaner
Practice the voodoo, might leave your ass speechless
Hey, me n Cthulhu go crazy
b*tch on my ball like Tom Brady, save me
f*ck on yo lady, b*tch I’m a god just like Sades
Engraving to everything that I’m obtaining
But imma pop out, like sh*t never came wit’ a top down
Why we in lockdown? sh*t is the last straw
Better run cus’ this sh*t will not last long
sh*t is emotional cancer
Now I see it, the Pope is a vampire
When I pull up I’m murking my land lord
For the last time, leave a drag line
Take your soul, eat it, kickin’ your fetus
Best bring a blade or a strap, you gon need it
f*ck up his life and you’ve taken his freedom
But spending yo life in a cell ain’t illegal?
Take him away, my conscious will fade
I’m piecing the strategy everyday
Heard that he tweaking like what did you say?
Come fo’ yo b*tch, then I come fo’ yo head