Thriller 2023

[Intro: Damien Cruise]
Ah-hahahahahahahahaha
Ah-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Oo-ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Damien Cruise]
Feel like a demon, the way I'm possessed with the paper, yeah, it's a thriller
Demon on me, feel so alive when I hang with the killers and drillers
And turn you to ghost, in the Ghost, then drive off with no feelings
Blow the brains out in the whip, nah, they ain't got no ceiling

[Chorus: Damien Cruise]
Beat up the pussy, Thrilla in Manila, would think I'm tryna kill her
She get a thrill when she sees hundred dollar bills, dope boys and dealers
Fiends in the bando lookin' like zombies, MJ with the zippers
Glock with a switch, bitch, it make me turn this shit into a thriller

[Verse 1: Damien Cruise]
Smokin' green like Godzilla, in case you thought I couldn't get bigger
Head of the ship, yeah, they callin' me, "Skipper"
Bitch, she sucked it good, I won't skip her
If she suck it bad, I won't tip her
Way that I whip it, it's scary, thriller
Trap like I'm huntin' for bats by the river
Full moon, my wrist makin' me shiver
Scary how I make her pussy quiver
I make it snow in the heat
I make it rain on sleep
Melt all my opps with the beam
Mask on or off, it don't matter to me
Gettin' scary the way that your bitch give me head in the bed 'til she dead
Hail Mary, Hail Mary, please, make the 'Rari bloody red

[Chorus: Damien Cruise]
Beat up the pussy, Thrilla in Manila, would think I'm tryna kill her
She get a thrill when she sees hundred dollar bills, dope boys and dealers
Fiends in the bando lookin' like zombies, MJ with the zippers
Glock with a switch, bitch, it make me turn this shit into a thriller

[Verse 2: Hoodbaby Peppa]
She get a thrill when she see racks up in my hands, I don't know [?]
Bro got a Uzi, boy, fuck your switch, and we got Dracos, make him do thriller
I could teach you how to press a half brick to a full brick, but I ain't a dealer
I was like seventeen with a GG and attachments, call me a spiller
Bullets still hot in the middle of winter
I don't got my mom, know her son a hitter
I don't got my shottas, just hit up your hitter
I love spendin' racks, I get bigger and bigger
Slaughter their gang, tryna kill all my oppers
These hollow tips poppin' out metal
When I whip a zone on the stove, on the Pyrex, her eyes water from the kettle
Almost drowned in the water, I peddle
Man, this beef, it can't stop, it can't settle
So many shots, bet we rinse our 'Locks, a never endin' echo
I'm from the South of the Jane, where we creep up with killers and robbers, and dealers
Lately ain't be on no pussy tracks
Kill all my opps, had on all black Dior

[Interlude]
Grant that no Hobgoblins fright me
No hungry Devils rise up and bite me
No Urchins, Elves, or Drunkards' Ghosts
Shove me—

[Verse 3: Dr. Bushman]
Peel baby, big dripper
Walk in the bando, it's lookin' like thriller
Trap off the Signal, I never did Wickr
Walk in the trap, finna have a Bar Mitzvah
And my stick stuck to my hip like a sticker
Bounce to the fu, just to give her the kicker
Bounce to the fu, just to give her the leg
Get in the Pyrex, and beat it like eggs
Get in the Pyrex, and whip it up, whip it up
Ounce in the plastic bag, make sure you zip it up
Feds try to question you, make sure you zip it up
Quarter brick, half a brick, break it down, split it up
Dance on the work like I'm MJ in Thriller
Late nights in the bando, think I hear whispers
Fiends took a toke and it gave 'em the shivers
My life a movie, I think it's a thriller

[Chorus: Damien Cruise]
Beat up the pussy, Thrilla in Manila, would think I'm tryna kill her
She get a thrill when she sees hundred dollar bills, dope boys and dealers
Fiends in the bando lookin' like zombies, MJ with the zippers
Glock with a switch, bitch, it make me turn this shit into a thriller

[Verse 4: Isaac]
I turned that freak to a thriller
I'm in Turkey, in the villa
This clip so hot, it's a sinner
I'm wit' your girl, she a singer
Your ex a loser, I'm a winner
Took her to STK for some dinner, hahaha
King of Streetsville with the gangnem, movin' evil
Shoot on sight, I ain't talkin' free throws
Roll the dice, we playin' Ceelo
Told the lawyer, "What's the deal, though?"
What I want, cost a lot
Red 'Rari skrrtin' of the lot
Frost white, whippin' up in the pot
Moonwalkin' with a Glock
Tech-Sync, that be the spot

[Chorus: Damien Cruise]
Beat up the pussy, Thrilla in Manila, would think I'm tryna kill her
She get a thrill when she sees hundred dollar bills, dope boys and dealers
Fiends in the bando lookin' like zombies, MJ with the zippers
Glock with a switch, bitch, it make me turn this shit into a thriller

[Outro: Damien Cruise]
Thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller
Thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller
It's gettin' scary
Thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller
Thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller, thriller
It's gettin' scary, thriller