DEADSTALKA III

[Chorus: RINSLESS]
Red tracers in the sky, UAV inbound-ound
Makin' racks off the grid
I’m in Europe, spending pounds
Man, you cannot handle this, yeah, the whip be too loud
I got toxins in my pocket, I’m up in the fuckin' clouds
Duck that, fuck you
Kick yo' shit like Kung Fu
Pull up wit' a MAC 10, askin' "What the switch do?"
Lazer beams on me, in the sand
Deadstalka 3
Smokin' too much weed, FACE6K in the ACP
Ahhh

[Verse 1: RINSLESS]
Bitch, I got it like that with the scope
Semi-auto up on me, bitch, I’m outside yo' home
Revenge on my fit, bitch, yeah, there is no hope
Got the DXR tucked, hit the 1-nade, yeah, the smoke

[Hook: RINSLESS]
45 tucked, stupid whippin' in the AMG
Revenge on my chest, finna cop another Bape tee
All y'all boys are shit, it's no wonder why you hate me
Hop up on the mic, and you soundin' fuckin' lazy
(Pop that shit, pick up the muh'fuckin' body up, pop that shit drop the muh'fuckin' body off)
45 tucked, stupid whippin' in the AMG
Revenge on my chest, finna cop another Bape tee
All y'all boys are shit, it's no wonder why you hate me
Hop up on the mic, and you soundin' fuckin' lazy

(Rinsless)
Soundin' fuckin' lazy
(Hahaha)
Soundin' fuckin' lazy

[Verse 2: HATCHETSAW]
It's just a fragmentation of your mind, trust me
I'm posted in the woods, like I'm fucking HXRTLY
All you fucking bitches, disgust me
I'ma rush into your house with that P90
Eugh
Russian with the nuke, like it's motherfuckin' nuke
My hatchet slip you in two, like a motherfuckin' divorce
Call me David Fuller, the way I'm raping your fucking corpse
Put a screw in your head, now there's blood on the fucking floor
Hang that bitch up, like I'm Urbanspook
Lurking in your basement, call me fucking Babadook
Make your bitch puke
Make your whore puke

[Verse 3: FACE6K]
FACE6K, 6 shots to the grave, yuh
Kill for fun? Nah, kill for the fame, yuh
Copy, paste, you sound the same, yuh
6 bands on me, you still hate
Khaotic all up in me, yeah, my body's filled with taurine
Bullets going through me, I feel nothing, all the morphine
Money launder, missile launcher, all my racks are fucking clean
Double cup is filled up, hella lean, I used to rule this scene

[Hook: FACE6K]
Pray to your god, that I stop
Pray to your god, Glock go pop
Pray to your god, shot nonstop
Pray to your god, switch with stock
Praying on your down fall, death to the weak
Praying on your down fall, death to the weak
Praying on your down fall, death to the weak
Praying on your down fall, death to the weak

[Verse 4: FACE6K]
Ahhhh
Chromehearts on my neck, I'm flexin'
Choke against your face, he's beggin'
Twin-Glocks, twin-mags, get to steppin'
R9, dragons breath, 5 shells in
KELTEC Sub 2K, like rotten
Hello Kitty belt, we rockin'
If you died, never forgotten
Fireball tossed up with vomit

[Hook: FACE6K, HATCHETSAW]
All these glitches give you whip-e-u-e-u
Spending all your cash, and your music trash
All your features basic, you're wasting all your bands
I swear to God, I hate you, I wanna see your blood splat
All these glitches give you whiplash
Spending all your cash, and your music trash
All your features basic, you're wasting all your bands
I swear to God, I hate you, I wanna see your blood splat
Yeah, yeah, eugh, mm, yeah, eugh, eugh, eugh, mhm, eugh, eugh

[Interlude: HATCHETSAW]
Okay, I'm gonna show you pussies how to do this shit, alright?

[Verse 5: HATCHETSAW]
I feel like Taki, the way I'm taking these bitches on a hunt
You can not stop me, even if you try to confront
You can't escape me, I'ma roll your ashes in a blunt
You think I'm crazy? Bash your head in with something blunt
Smoke that shit
Then I pop that bitch, yuh-e-e
Glock with the switch
I let it hit, yeah
I'm a pyschopath
Call me stitch, yeah
Cut his throat out
L-L-Like the snitch, yeah
Run, pussy boy, we got your fucking coordinates
Pull up to your house and I'm breaking your jaw
And I'm recording it
Got your bitch hanging from the celling like some ornaments
Bitch, I'm swagging out in my motherfuckin' crib, with my vetements

[Bridge: HATCHETSAW]
Ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-vetements
Ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-vetements
Ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-vetements
Ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-ve-vetements

[Chorus: RINSLESS]
Red tracers in the sky, UAV inbound-ound
Makin' racks off the grid
I’m in Europe, spending pounds
Man, you cannot handle this, yeah, the whip be too loud
I got toxins in my pocket, I’m up in the fuckin' clouds
Duck that, fuck you
Kick yo' shit like Kung Fu
Pull up wit' a MAC 10, askin' "What the switch do?"
Lazer beams on me, in the sand
Deadstalka 3
Smokin' too much weed, FACE6K in the ACP

[Outro: RINSLESS]
Who want the static? He can have it
I got an automatic, pull up wit' the rose mask
Shit get fuckin' tragic
And I got a bad bitch, she sprayin' while I’m laughin'
And I got a bad bitch, she sprayin' while I’m laughin'