[Intro]
I'm in the cut and it's quarter past eleven
If you fuck up, I'mma send yo' ass to—
Yeah
(You are a mental case) Wait
[Verse]
I'm in the cut and it's quarter past eleven
If you fuck up, I'mma send yo' ass to heaven (What do you mean by that?)
How many sins I embody? Like seven
Don't need no influence to rise like leaven
You on my dick, I don't even need no lotion
Cash flowin' left to right, you don't got no motion
Black voodoo magic on yo' ass like a potion
Glock .45, I don't think he got the notion (Kill yourselves)
How you just stand like a deer, make no sense
Which bitty twink should I tap? Bitch, I'm on the fеnce
John Wick, shoot you all to bits and it's so intense
Linе up your family, I shoot 'em up at your expense
Jimi Hendrix shit, when I smoke, it make a purple haze
Told him write tally marks 'cause he finna count his days
Which way to go? Hope you don't get lost like in a maze
Slit marks on my fuckin' wrists, bitch... (Fuck you)
Thought he would win, but he's hidden in plain sight—
Thought he would win, but he's hidden in plain sight—
Thought he would win, but he's hidden in plain sight
Mike Tyson, beat you up, we could do this all night
Didn't wanna have to do this, didn't wanna fight
But you on the meth, I don't give a fuck if it's tight (Tight, tight, tight, yeah!)
[Outro]
(Watch out, watch out, watch out— RKO)
I'm in the cut and it's quarter past eleven
If you fuck up, I'mma send yo' ass to heaven
How many sins I embody? Like seven
Don't need no influence to rise like leaven
(And now for something completely different) I'm in the cut and it's quarter past eleven
If you fuck up, I'mma send yo' ass to heaven (I am the one who knocks)
How many sins I embody? Like seven
Don't need no influence to rise like leaven
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