SPLINTER

(album: City Morgue Vol. 2: As Good As Dead - 2019)

Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, huh, oh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, ho, uh
Yeah, ho, uh
Yeah, ho, yeah

I'm a rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Wassup?)
Rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothafucking clucking (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothafucking clucking (Yeah)

Go apeshit, I shoot up your house, I do not party (Okay)
Doot-doot-doot like we playing Baby Sharkie (Wassup?)
Search yo' dead body, take the car keys off carcass (Huh?)
I'm speeding out yo' driveway, bottom ocean where I'm parking (Ha ha)
I'm a rat killer, hunnid dollar the billa (Okay)
Pull up at yo' crib and delete you 'cause I'm a sinner (What?)
Rat killer, take yo' family with ya (What?)
Make 'em all fight to death and then kill the winner (Okay)

You better duck-duck like we playing Duck Hunt (Boom-boom)
You get your lung punched, tell me when the fun's up (Fuck outta here)
I got my pump-pump right up in the front trunk (Skrr)
Leave you slump-slumped, smoke you like some blunt dust (Boom boom)
Heard you're big homie but you pussy (Fuck outta here)
You ain't calling shots on your block, you a rookie (No-no)
I'm cooking crack rock to a cookie (Work)
Got them boogers on my sleeve like I wiped a boogie (Splash)
I'm a rat killer (Boom), heard you a Master Splinter (Rat)
Somebody gotta pay to put your face up in a blender (Bitch)
I'm a crack dealer (Mula), serving your lil' sister (Work)
Use your mothafucking blood up if I wanna paint a picture (Sleezy, yeah)

I'm a rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Wassup?)
Rat killer, Shredder to Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothafucking clucking (Ha ha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Sold y'all niggas chickens but ain't mothafucking clucking (Yeah)