No Bullets

[Intro]
No bull it’s young
Tan Confetti

No bullets
But I’m still a shooter
No bullets
But I’m still a shooter
No bullets
But I’m still a shooter
No bullets
But I'm
But I'm

[Verse 1]
I'm Dracula Dracula
Blood spilling no bib cause it’s nastier
You foolish I’m not Judas boy I massacre
Hide your knives I’m in the kitchen lookin back at ya
And and there ain’t no switching personalities
A cataclysm in your fiction is a fallacy
I told you every verse gon' be a galaxy
Flip it on your axis access casualties
Cross examine the bodies
I Pull up to place of worship and enter in all the lobbies
See how quick you must fall to feel in your jaw
Cause the screams don’t come unless everybody involved
Now I’m dealing with withdrawals
Still in the Impreza still thinking bout calls
That you should make you should take
Ingest the vaccine and tell 'em to take a break
Don’t hesitate
I just got this mess to make
Friends are fake
Family got me everyday
Spin a plate
Break it and let me bleed away
I concentrate
I just watch hands still shake

[Hook]
No bullets
But I’m still a shooter
I win too many fights
To feel like a loser
I sleep on every flight
I might wake up sooner
You won’t ever get my life
So I come off cooler
No bullets
But I’m still a shooter
I win too many fights
To feel like a loser
I sleep on every flight
I might wake up sooner
You won’t ever get my life
So I come off cooler

[Verse 2]
Bathory Bathory
I presume to consume
For your majesty
Ain't no bitch in my tomb
I step over causally
I got this shit from womb
And I practice mastery