Killa Mane

[Verse 1: Slyzwicked]
Give 'em my love like nobody get it
Gonna give 'em four-fives like this, who did it?
Evil, I hit it, I'll admit it
Gonna do it myself, I stay independent
That's how it goes 'til you are a ghost
So when you fade to black then it's adios
Drop that body and then check the pulse
Bag you up and then it's off you go
I don't really care what I wear
Wrap it across my face, I swear
I'ma be cutting and chopping you up and getting excited when the skin goes tear
Look in the mirror, ain't what appears
Go about life, I shed no tears
Laugh it up and I chat with peers
Never gonna know really I'm they fears
Got a real nice Airbnb that’s off the grid in the desert heat
Hang with the vultures, play the fiend
Gonna be a day for a killing spree
Once you check in, ain't gon' check out
Head to the back, yo, check this deck out
Pop in the shed then I gon' pop out
Swing away and I rip yo neck out
Stalking you, mocking you
Don't really know I'm watching you
Through the cracks and through the walls
And wanna play a game like Jigsaw?
Lock it down and cut the lights
Y'all gonna feel that fright tonight
One-by-one I hear your cries
Saying not to fry, y'all meeting Christ

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane

[Verse 2: Worm]
Four-five cocked back
White knuckle on the motherfucking trigger
Open up your mouth, I swear to God they'll send you to your maker
With a hole in your head leaking deep red
All on the front of your shirt
You looking like a bitch
Cry inside and all on yourself
Pussy motherfucker, what was up with all that talk?
And none of that really matters now
Cuz you're laying on the ground
In your final resting place and I got your teeth inside of my pocket
Got a perfect jaw for them on top of my altar
Which has been sitting next to the son of a bitch for about a week now
I was getting kinda worried, almost thought that I would never catch you slipping
But after all, I know I gotta realize

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane

[Verse 3: Chuckklez]
I can feel the adrenaline rush already building up again
Which means the demon inside me's about to go postal on another sin
So, all you motherfuckers best rethink of what you fucking say
Or else there's gonna be a major storm when this beast comes out to kill and slay
Without any hesitation as I grab 'em by the throat, murder bitch
For whatever the amount of violence I put in my lyrics to make your body twitch
Niggas like you gonna learn today for crossing lanes tryna get in my way
We're demolishers, I don't fucking play
So, I'ma cave your head until you pass away
Chewing you up and then spit you out
Like a piece of shit y'all really about
Then let my hard work do the talking, releasing hell any time I shout
Never once I'ma do it for clout ‘cause that's where pussies are growing so loud
And they're ripping up the culture
So, I'ma bury 'em without a shadow of doubt
This right here is that murderous shit coming straight from out the Southern Bay
Where the realest monsters roll and ready to slaughter the fucking weak in pain
When I mean that I'm talking to you, so, you're better to keep your trap restrained
Or else I'll split your ass in two you bitch cuz I'm a fucking killa mane (Aye)

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane

[Verse 4: JP Tha Hustler]
I'm a mu'fucking killa mane
Doing it with my clicker, bang
Doing it cuz my clique go bang
Doing it Beastmode orangutan
I ain't with no bullshit buddy
I be getting hella nutty
I be getting my hands muddy
Turn your face to something bloody
Sticking you with that rusty shank
Putting you in that musty tank
Letting you foam I turn to stank
Bury you deep in the river bank
Take you to your fucking kids
Take you to your stupid wife
Take you to your friends and fam
I will take and own they life
I ain't fucking playing son
With my hands or with a gun
For my clique, you getting done
All you fall just one-by-one
Time's up so Sig get you roasted
Spitting with that heater, breather
Blow that shit up, no one get up
Everybody getting toasted

[Outro: JP Tha Hustler]
Blow that shit up, no one get up
Everybody getting toasted
Blow that shit up, no one get up
Everybody getting toasted
Blow that shit up, no one get up
Everybody getting toasted
Blow that shit up, no one get up
Everybody getting toasted