CLEAN UP ON AISLE 5!

Текст песни Yaux - CLEAN UP ON AISLE 5!

Buck, should I get it?
Hysteria

When I step into the function, know the blood gon' make a puddle
Bitch, Hysteria the set and boy we lookin' like some trouble
And I'm screamin' out my lungs, lil' bitch, I'm doing nothing subtle
Way I slide into that beat, I'm 'bout to tear it a new butthole

Burns on my chest and I gas out the rest
And I'm somehow still the best
You been on your mustard shit, bitch, you need to ketchup
Smoke up a bitch like I rolled up a spliff
And it's all 'bout that kush, nothin' less
Like it when I'm flickin' bic, 'bout to make a mess outta you
One-two-three-four, get a fuckin' mop, whore
Blood is on the pavement
Got something to say? Then save it
Lacing up my boots and I hop in the pit, and break it
Buyin' all that clout, lil' bitch, you'll never make it

Yeah, I'll leave his body on the interstate
See you on the net, you get to talkin', then you get erased
Shawty use her neck, she get to toppin', I bust on her face
My shotty get to poppin', it gon' leave him with a busted brain
I'm flyer than Kobe, you is a whole fiend
Said he take percs, man, I hope that he OD
Bro, you still owe me, we are not homies
I'ma stomp you out, you look better with broke teeth
I just met that girl, I get to blowing out her back
I smoke too much dope, I cannot see like cataracts
I do kill for hire, I think I'ma count a rack up
If he wanna talk, I leave his body on a black top

I was fuckin' naked, the basics are in a criminal
If I had a statement, I'm sayin' that I'm original
The rave boy, he stand out, his posse want a way out
The people that be lovin' me gon' dip, a mental layout
Bet, hold my shit, 'cause I don't really got the hands for it
I'm wiping snot up out my nose and gettin' bands for it
A potski hit my line, he got a method issue, man
I thought I told you hypocrites
Who sleepin' that I bit you but I can't
Issue causin', proposin' a mental breakdown
Gotta carry, new barries, I'm neva' safe now
Betta' shape the fuck up, get layin' in the ground
Stuck in epitomise, hopin' the lemon of livin'
Be rollin' the venom around

When I step into the function, know the blood gon' make a puddle
Bitch, Hysteria the set and boy we lookin' like some trouble
And I'm screamin' out my lungs, lil' bitch, I'm doing nothing subtle
Way I slide into that beat, I'm 'bout to tear it a new butthole

Hysteria