RiPSAW

[Kyd Purch] Verse 1:

(Aye Okay like)
RIPSAW, RIPSAW
1170 HEAD DANGLE OFF
RIPSAW, CHEST SORE
SMOKING HEAPS OF IMPORTS
I don't want a shit car like Mercedes-Benz
You never hit me up no we're not friends
Smash him on the concrete held up by his dreads
Hit him with the knife and i'm slashing through the threads
(Okay Like)
Credential, Financial
I won't support you
At times I cannot lie I might adore you
I feel like a tissue, I feel like i'm 5'2
The Crystvl Cult yes that is my side crew
Molly, Trolley, Mike, Ike
Chainsaw to the face, slashing to the right
Tryna dump a body and it took the whole night
Rolling with a six i dont even have a sight
VERY FUCKED, VERY FUCKED, VERY FUCKED, VERY FUCKED
I DONE JUST FUCKED UP HARD (AYE)
I DONE JUST FUCKED UP HARD (AYE)
I DONE JUST FUCKED UP HARD (AYE)
I DONE JUST FUCKED UP HARD (AYE)