BOTTOM OF THE LAKE

[Verse 1: Playboy The Beast]
Tie weights around his ankles and toss 'em out of the boat
Poke a bunch of holes up in 'em, guaranteed they never float
Fill the blacktop with rope, wrap it around that niggas throat
While they talking a lot of shit but they really don't want no smoke
Evidence, I grab my children, I kill and that ain't no joke
Fuck you timid niggas, bitches take my dick right down her throat
Got the blood of Juggalo
Rappers all over my coast
Fuck a gimmick, I'm authentic, I'll slap the paint off your face
Pistol whip these suckers niggas and making 'em take they mask off
These horrorcore rappers triggered, somebody get a tampon
Snakes in the grass, had to mow the dang lawn
We can do it in streets or get killed on a song
If you really wanting the beef then oh please we gon' get it on
Leave no heir to my throne, I'm a thug to the bone
Fuck a bulletproof vest, bro, I'm aiming at your dome
To the bottom of the lake, you ain't getting no headstone, nigga

[Verse 2: GrewSum]
I hold grudges, I hold grudges, I hold grudges well
I fucked yo bitch, fuck yo raps, you fuck, go fuck yoself
The heavyweight champ, you better stay back, you ain't gon' touch my belt
Slapped my ex upside her head, no I didn't, that slut just fell (ha)
So dope that I touch myself on stage
It was on when they rung that bell
Don't call this a comeback, well
I guess it kinda is and I come back well
Jump back in the game
No dap, just a slap in the face
And the impact we made really can't be erased
And the way I create really can't be replaced
Hoe, and that's been the case
Rapping and keeping kayfabe or kayfab
I never did play and the lames hate that
Got my shit together and changed lanes fast
Old school like a tape wrecked in the tape deck
Safe sex when I slide out your Playtex
Lay next to you and I play with filleted flesh
Breaking your face with a mace and I may just take your broken-ass face on a date next (ah)

[Chorus: GrewSum & Playboy The Beast]
We 'bout them cuts (we 'bout them cuts)
We 'bout them brakes ( we 'bout them brakes)
We 'bout them guts, we 'bout them sluts, we 'bout them paints (we 'bout them paints)
So keep our names (so keep our names)
Up out your face (up out your face)
Unless you're trying to get placed at the
Bottom of the lake
For heavens sake you met your fate, it's at the
Bottom of the lake
It ain't your day, can't catch a break, you at the
Bottom of the lake
Threw your body in the lake, fishing bait, extra weight
Just to make sure that you stay at the
Bottom of the lake