THROAT CUT

[Jmattson]
Throat cut drown a mothafucka in his own blood
Seen a goofy talking but his bitch always show love, hold up
Watch me hit the stage and imma go nuts
Do it independent we don’t let no one control us own up
If we heard that you was talkin shit
Bitch I am a hacker you never truly anonymous I promise it
Built a lil buzz but I’ll demolish it
Young Jeff Dahmer a problem lil bitch in slaughtering
Imma snatch your soul grab a hold got no where to go
Yeah I got a heart but it’s cold like the winter snow
Couple goth hoes in the front row at my show
Tryna get up in the video they doin the most
Hop in the whip and then I gotta dip
Heard he was talkin we droppin his shit
Grab the Katana wе choppin his shit
Head to andromeda hovering whip
Bitch you goofy that’s thе end of subject
Imma grab the machete and put it through ya fuckin stomach
Out in public
Tell my ops they don’t really want it
Pdx is open for the taking we gon run it mothafucka it
Go ahead and hate me bitch I love it
We not on the same level you not even worth discussing lil hoe
Demons always knockin at my door
Thoughts of ending everything it’s hard to let em go
Shawty grabbed my hand and put that shit around her throat
Told her ex hit my dm if he want some fuckin smoke

[MVKO]
Feel like sekiro I am the wolf and I have gone wild
It's the militia layin you down inside the Glock fire
Smokin smokin smokin dirty lungs feel like a coal miner
Whole head up in flames on a Harley I look like ghost rider

Machete... hangin out your face after I fuckin swing it
Ready...for it bringing forth the fuckin revelations
Feelin sick so I murder beats like it's my medication
Step inside the booth hit that shit until I'm levitatin

Aimin up the rifle recoil blow my shoulder out the socket
Bitch I'm savage take no damage bite a warhead off a rocket
Creature of the night I am the noises comin from your closet
Spitting cussin out in public I ain't one for being monest

Hoes, they want my kids, I ain't having it
I kick her to the fuckin curb as soon as I'm done smashing it
Her throat, I'm grabbin it, I ain't passionate
Killin off your mans and make it look like its an accident

Feel like I been up for days
Mask on my face when i run in your place
Suck blood from your neck cuz I'm craving the taste
RIP out your heart and it's back to the grave

Snap your neck like a kit kat
Everybody get back
Bout to go insane
Shot from the Glock I won't miss that
Peel your wig back send it through your brain

Sayaunce in my attic conversations with my past life
Talking with demons in my room just so I pass time
I'm the evil shadow that followed you home last night
Tied up in my trunk I whisper to you this your last ride