​soul eater

[Chorus: KAMAARA]
Oh shit, you look like you seen a ghost
Wipe the terror on his face and put the evil in her soul
Smoking so much gas, I can feel my body levitate
Exhaust make the ground shake, run from 12 in broad day
Come again? Kicking dust up in the wind
Bitch, I do this shit for real, there's no reason to pretend
Down to ride, down to die, shift the gear and let it slide
Hold the chrome out the window, mothafucka say goodnight, yeah

[Verse 1: KAMAARA]
Knock knock, yeah, it's me, motherfucker
Running in the door with the heat, motherfucker
God damn, God damn, got blood on the floor
Got the butterfly knife and the butterfly door
Oh shit, oh shit, run it back again
I need a goth shawty, baby, not no average bitch
Got the hellcat screaming, got my bitch, she a demon
Smell the rubber mothafucka, hear the wheels, they squealing
How the fuck you managed to give up like that?
Spinning stuck inside the mud, can't seem to get back on track
As I come around the curve and I continue to pass
My middle finger out the window with your bitch in my lap

[Verse 2: Savage Ga$p]
Yuh, look, like first thing first, I'ma whip the benz
Might text yo' bitch that I'm in her ends
She got a man out in Texas she used to mess with, wait
Sorry, I couldn't find a fuck to give
Okay, one fuck, two fuck, I fucked, you fucked
That’s our girl, bruh, but you broke and I'm up
Respond to her story with black heart emojis
To pictures she took in my bathroom, I'm sorry
Halloweentown, I'm the CEO
With the Haunted House gang when I'm with the bro
And yo, KAM boutta make me do the sexy voice
The hoes gon' love this shit, you know
The hoes gon' love-
Dear Neptune, that's a bad ass bitch
So let that man go and let me hit, okay
I'm not shit and you not shit and you know this
So why the fuck we still standing here?
Okay, I don't want another, so what are you on now?
You don't need nobody, I love it, it's going down
And pretty girls love me, I got them tweeting like
"Bitch, that's so not Haunted House"
Okay, all my exes, y'all ain't on shit
Send a postcard from my dick
To the ones with the songs that I made that were hits
When they plays in the club, I just hope that you sick
Like, I sing songs, you know these hoes love it
Your boyfriend got Savage Ga$p plugins
Yeah, the Dark Souls boss of all them health bussin'
But we all gotta die sometimes, I guess, fuck it

[Chorus: KAMAARA]
Oh shit, you look like you seen a ghost
Wipe the terror on his face and put the evil in her soul
Smoking so much gas, I can feel my body levitate
Exhaust make the ground shake, run from 12 in broad day
C-Come again, kicking dust up in the wind
Bitch, I do this shit for real, there's no reason to pretend
Down to ride, down to die, shift the gear and let it slide
Hold the chrome out the window, mothafucka say goodnight, yeah