Saya no Uta

Dropping in hard with a beat of my own
I'ma show you how I handle this situation
Cut off your legs and your bitch and then
Make you walk up to the closest motherfucking station
I know I'm everywhere walking around like a dumbass
But still you don't know my location
Take off your limbs and then send them out to the poor kids
Like if it was a fucking donation
Hey look I pissed in your mouth
Your girl is going down south
Where is the poop dealer now
Send you to Africa ciao
Taking all the backpacks with me
Your chick with me but she ain't Whitney
Go ride away in that M3
Without bros I don't know what I would be
I don't think you want your dad to walk you out of the morgue
I'll screw you out the game like you was a cork
I feel like a mass disease, I spread quick and kill
Everyone without giving chance to plead
I don't need a metronome to stay on rhythm
If you were a kid in my family you'd probably be the middle
Saw a hermit in the making, never giving only taking
So whenever your head's aching, just know I'm the one who's shaking you