I feel like bam margera (remix)

[Intro: shinigami & paris le rogue]
Yuh, hello?
I call this shit aggressive cloud rap
Shoutout, shoutout to Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4
Tony Hawk's Underground, 1 and 2, yuh (Hit this fire ass combo)
Hey, that's pretty good

[Chorus 1: shinigami]
I feel like Bam Margera
Pull up in that red Ferrari (Uh huh)
I'm a god, nothing can stop me
But my tricks are fucking sloppy (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I feel like Bam Margera (Blah)
Pull up in that red Ferrari (Bang, bang)
I'm a god, nothing can stop me (Blah, blah, blah, blah)

I feel like Bam Margera (Yuh)
Pull up in that red Ferrari (Uh huh)
I'm a god, nothing can stop me (blah, blah)
But my tricks are fucking sloppy (Yuh)
I feel like Bam Margera (Uh huh)
Pull up in that red Ferrari
I'm a god, nothing can stop me (What?)
But my tricks are fucking sloppy (Yuh)

[Verse 1: shinigami]
I'm out here scouting the roof
While you bitches consume
36 bodies, thеy drop in they tombs
Stricken yo city like a fucking monsoon
Thеy never understand, till it happens to you
I slay from the left to the right, and they fall
I stand up on [?] and watch till they [?]
Cry out in pain, and they weep and the bawl
I laugh in their faces, now I'm standing tall
The ghost in the city, I'm reaping these bodies
My scythe's in my right, and you staring behind me
I never act kindly to fools, just like you
That shit is the truth, don't come to my room
These visions, they surround me
All them faggots that still doubt me
Better shut they fucking chest
Before I slice they ass so proudly
Got a swisher full of that Deathstar weed
We don't need you, bitch you been discharged
Had a hundred slits on my wrist, bitch
Now we jumpin' in the wraith, go So-Ho, hoe
I feel like Yung Trunks (Uh huh)
Just finished busting on her butt (Wha Woo)
Fuck with me, you will get cut (Damn)
'cause my patience all erupt, hoe (Nah)

[Bridge: shinigami]
And these fuckers still out here popping xans
Got a lot of problems on yo fucking hands
Keep throwing that shade, now its on-demand
God damn (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Triple six, triple six bitches, they all over this shit
She breaking her wrist when she jerking my dick (For real)
I bust it real quick, get back to the lick, yuh

[Chorus 2: Paris le Rogue]
I feel like Bam Margera
Pull out the purple Lamborghini (Lambo, Lambo)
My t-shirt say Thrasher (Thrasher)
But my dick say Supreme (Supreme)
And I don't even fucking skate (no, I don't)
But I'm grinding everyday (everyday)
I feel like Bam Margera
Hit a [?} through ya [?} (Okay)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm Margera
Hit a kickflip in some Maison Margielas
Viva La Bam, bet Tony Hawk jealous
I'm bout my money like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I came to my senses, I'm the grim reaper
That means I'm Billy, my bitch look like Mandy
She mad me bust, you can say that she's handy
Her body just ollie'd
She make it pop and I eat it like candy
Woo, all I wanna do is get a big house
About three stories
Make sure my family's straight
Known they not worried about no worries
Ya boys lazy like [?] eye
Element, element, I'm getting high
My tricks are sloppy, but so is her top
If you wanna picture, then I'll just go crop
This shit don't stop

[Chorus 2: Paris le Rogue]
I feel like Bam Margera
Pull out the purple Lamborghini (Lambo, Lambo)
My t-shirt say Thrasher (Thrasher)
But my dick say Supreme (Supreme)
And I don't even fucking skate (No, I don't)
But I'm grinding everyday (everyday)
I feel like Bam Margera
Hit a [?} through ya [?} (Okay)