MORDHAU

[Intro: Qulan]
*reversed*
(Skotskr)
AAH

[Verse 1: Qulan]
Let's get it poppin’
Just like some grease, my pockets fat, them hoes obese
They steady flocking a whole lotta geese, I wanna die, I need release
Blade to my wrist, I let it bleed
Scars on my skin, a master piece
Life full of sin can I find peace?
Look how he folding, that boy-
Momma said get out yo' feelings, you way too compassionate
Used to be a bitch, but now I'm the apex antagonist
This world that we livin’ in is no place for a pacifist
Sellin niggas fraud so I say fuck the televangelists
Okay, please do not test me
2k for the neckpiece
Need to understand not everybody will accept me
You the type to bug yo' girl like, "Who the fuck, you texting?"
No she don't respect you, yet you stay, how depressing
B-B-Bitch, I don't sleep everyday's an all nighter
She hittin' them high notes like her name Mariah
I'm good with some vans I won't cop no Designer
I wrote all of my shit, I don’t need a ghost writer
These niggas say that I look just like Jasiah
I’ll never stop swinging; till death, I'm a fighter
This beat is straight gas, [?] the lighter
I’m spittin' so fast, you gon' need a transcriber
Life is a race, one long grand prix
Gas in my blunt and it stay OG
I always keep a whole blade on me, how the fuck, you expect me to stay lowkey?
I didn't get all this shit for free, gotta pay my dues, it’s a big ass fee
Might fuck around, put your ass on a tee with your pic on the back and a R.I.P

[Bridge: Skotskr]
(Skotskr)
I dropped my mic, ha-ha
Aight, I'm a fuck this up
[?] Mordhau please help
AAH
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Skotskr]
Bitch, wanna fuck me
Tell her she disgusting
Slap it on her ass and you know how we fuckin'
Too many people [?] like I'm a joke
Pull up [?]
Bitch, I'm possessed, please someone [?]
Too many people inside [?] kill somebody with my pole
Bah

[Break: Skotskr]
Wait, wait-wait-wait-wait-wait (What, come on, what the fuck)
Shoutout to my ex girlfriend (Yo what)
Yeah, she dumped me a few years ago
Are you good man?
Are you chilling?
Like

[Verse 3: Skotskr]
[?] Bitch [?] and you know she stole my instagram [?]
[?]
Don't remind me asking, where I buy my fucking clothes
And if [?] I'll break your fucking nose
Too many [?]
Please leave me in my room or leave me the fuck alone

[Break 2: Skotskr]
That's true, like honestly, I hate all of you
Don't fucking speak to me, leave me in my room
Talkin' about arrangements and shit
I don't like any of you fucks
The fuck
I don't even know you anymore, like come on
Hm-hm

[Verse 4: Afourteen]
(Skotskr)
Yeah
[?]