Bloodbath! Songtext
von Ballistic
Bloodbath! Songtext
I feel like, aw I feel like (I feel like shit man, ahaha!)
I go apeshit
Wringing out your throat like it′s a rag
I go ballistic
I can do it better, I'm the goat
You on some fake shit
He blew up on BandLab, thought he tough
Give me a break, bitch
Gimme, some heat
I feel icy like I′m Simon
VVS, my diamonds
I'ma bring it back
I got tired of being number two
Bitch I'ma need that bag
Bitch I′ll be yo fucking demon
Tear you limb from limb, I′m mad
I don't give a fuck cause I′ma smoke your clique just like my pack
Get me yo bitch
I'ma break her back
Stretch her out like Jake
Don′t talk shit
I'ma get this bag
Bitch it′s mine to take
I am the devil in yo head
I'll show you what it means to hate
That mothafucka talking way too much
I will not take the shade
I have no off-switch
Hop up off my cock, bitch
Y'all been talking way too Goddamn much
I fuckin lost it
Now who′s in the wrong, bitch?
You too fucking soft, bitch
Y′all cry 'bout some criticism
Soft like y′all some cotton
Y'all too fucking fake, fake, fake
Don′t you hide, when you hear the bang, bang, bang
Little rat, thought that he was safe, safe, safe,
Mothafucka, I'm about to break, break, break, yuh, aye
I go apeshit
Wringing out your throat like it′s a rag
I go ballistic
I can do it better, I'm the goat
You on some fake shit
He blew up on BandLab, thought he tough
Give me a break, bitch
Gimme, some heat
I feel icy like I'm Simon
VVS, my diamonds
I′ma bring it back
I got that kill confirmed
I gotta get that fucking tag
I′m gonna make it hurt
I'm gonna snap his fucking neck
I′m gonna make it heard
I promise you gon' hear the snap
When we pull up on you
We gon′ make sure you can hear the clap
Bitch I am a hate crime
Bitch this is yo fate-time
We don't fuck around
So make sure you is off yo fake-time
Now my throat is hurting
So I think this is my end-time
I′m done (Agh-)
I go apeshit
Wringing out your throat like it′s a rag
I go ballistic
I can do it better, I'm the goat
You on some fake shit
He blew up on BandLab, thought he tough
Give me a break, bitch
Gimme, some heat
I feel icy like I′m Simon
VVS, my diamonds
I'ma bring it back
I got tired of being number two
Bitch I'ma need that bag
Bitch I′ll be yo fucking demon
Tear you limb from limb, I′m mad
I don't give a fuck cause I′ma smoke your clique just like my pack
Get me yo bitch
I'ma break her back
Stretch her out like Jake
Don′t talk shit
I'ma get this bag
Bitch it′s mine to take
I am the devil in yo head
I'll show you what it means to hate
That mothafucka talking way too much
I will not take the shade
I have no off-switch
Hop up off my cock, bitch
Y'all been talking way too Goddamn much
I fuckin lost it
Now who′s in the wrong, bitch?
You too fucking soft, bitch
Y′all cry 'bout some criticism
Soft like y′all some cotton
Y'all too fucking fake, fake, fake
Don′t you hide, when you hear the bang, bang, bang
Little rat, thought that he was safe, safe, safe,
Mothafucka, I'm about to break, break, break, yuh, aye
I go apeshit
Wringing out your throat like it′s a rag
I go ballistic
I can do it better, I'm the goat
You on some fake shit
He blew up on BandLab, thought he tough
Give me a break, bitch
Gimme, some heat
I feel icy like I'm Simon
VVS, my diamonds
I′ma bring it back
I got that kill confirmed
I gotta get that fucking tag
I′m gonna make it hurt
I'm gonna snap his fucking neck
I′m gonna make it heard
I promise you gon' hear the snap
When we pull up on you
We gon′ make sure you can hear the clap
Bitch I am a hate crime
Bitch this is yo fate-time
We don't fuck around
So make sure you is off yo fake-time
Now my throat is hurting
So I think this is my end-time
I′m done (Agh-)
Writer(s): Jayden Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com