Necrotic Grip

[Intro: Sample]
Scream, make sure everyone can hear you
I want you to remember this: I'm not going to make it quick
That would spoil all the fun

[Chorus]
Back off (Back off)
I came to play with my hacksaw (Hacksaw)
Bash in your brain with my mask off (Mask off)
Yeah, try to pray for the last time
Lame and you mad but you hate 'cause your cash wrong (Cash wrong)
I don't want love, I want matte Glocks (Matte Glocks)
I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts (Bath salts)
I'll leave his lung on the asphalt (Asphalt)
I'll leave your tongue in a glass jar
Murder with a black SCAR
He don't wanna dump
What the fuck, is it that hard?
He don't wanna buck, he respond with a sad bar
Nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star, ay
I came to play with my hacksaw (Hacksaw)
I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks (Mattе Glocks)
I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts (Bath salts)
I'll lеave his lung on the asphalt (Asphalt)

[Verse]
Now I just be sippin', sippin', sippin' slow on the blood I collect from you fuckers (-lect from you fuckers)
And I could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that I left in my dungeon (I left in my dungeon)
Now 'cause of my pigment, I been predisposed to unload and attack in abundance (-tack in abundance)
But that's just the shit they said, I go and murder 'cause simply the fact that I love it (Fact that I love it)
But it's back to the subject
Stacking bodies by the dozen
Whippin' Audis outta budget
Godly while I'm thumpin'
You would probably caught a couple
Grippin' probably why I'm fucked and I don't plan on stoppin'
She do molly while we fuckin'
Creepin', I might grab a snub, I caught him out in public
Beam, he saw it 'fore it snuffed him
He was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky (So lucky, so lucky, so lucky)
What

[Chorus]
Back off (Back off)
I came to play with my hacksaw (Hacksaw)
Bash in your brain with my mask off (Mask off)
Yeah, try to pray for the last time
Lame and you mad but you hate 'cause your cash wrong (Cash wrong)
I don't want love, I want matte Glocks (Matte Glocks)
I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts (Bath salts)
I'll leave his lung on the asphalt (Asphalt)
I'll leave your tongue in a glass jar
Murder with a black SCAR
He don't wanna dump
What the fuck, is it that hard?
He don't wanna buck, he respond with a sad bar
Nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star, ay
I came to play with my hacksaw (Hacksaw)
I don't want pain, I want matte Glocks (Matte Glocks)
I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts (Bath salts)
I'll leave his lung on the asphalt (Asphalt)