HORNS

(Делит на бите, сука) oi, hey
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah

Ayy, shit in my dungarees, di-di-di-ding-dong, delivery
The cutlery won't cut through all this flesh 'cause it's too rubbery
This ain't no robbery (It's not), he won't make recovery
Heard you four deep, kick you first and then the other three
This is a crime scene, poison with VISINE
Germs, GI on repeat while you dying
Horns on my head, not no motherfuckin' Viking

Alright, alright, alright, alright
Let's, let's get
Let's change it up a bit
(Awoo)

Bitch, I'll decide if you live or die
Human flesh is, to me, like a piece of pie
I hate people, I swear that I feel like
I'm Albert Wesker in Resident Evil 5
And them guns in your video CGI
So I'll meet you on Friday, no TGI
I keep thoughts like these locked up real deep inside
I get vengeance, our tension is attractin'
Which one of you pissin' me off? I'ma match 'em
My bitch shaved like apples, I cut out his Adam
If I catch you snitchin' separate your atoms
I drop on yo' flat and get your tires flattened
You walk out the crib and pausin' like, "What happened?"
And that is exactly when it fuckin' happened
Now he knocked in the back of the wagon
Fucked up, on the way to my cabin, you bitch

Ayy, shit in my dungarees, di-di-di-ding-dong, delivery
The cutlery won't cut through all this flesh 'cause it's too rubbery
This ain't no robbery (It's not), he won't make recovery
Heard you four deep, kick you first and then the other three
This is a crime scene, poison with VISINE
Germs, GI on repeat while you dying
Horns on my head, not no motherfucking Viking
Horns on my head, not no motherfucking Viking