RunAwayFromMe

(álbum: Even Angels Have Demons - 2017)

See coming your way, bitch you better run
Aye, I just might kill your daughter
And your son
Aye, I ain't crazy, I'm just tryna have some fun
Yuh, Hella violent, and it's only just begun

No backpack
On me, I keep that strap, Aye
Draw my weapon
Bitch I call that arts and crafts, aye
I go psychopathic when I'm on a track
Yuh, Momma telling me I don't know how to act
Run up on me, pussy boy it's a wrap
Aye, paramedics and the police get em fast, once I get started there ain't no turning back, keep that blade with me like it's my other half
Suck a dick lil bitch boy, I told you not to trip
Got that pole on my hip, Let it spit, your tummy rip
Stupid Jit, I'm the shit, Acrobat, your body flip
Ugh, blood on my fist, Yeah my knuckles want a kiss
Yuh, laser my Glock, Perfect shot, I won't miss
If you talk, you get hit, What the fuck did you think
Aye, I just might run up on you with that blade
I got blood on my knife, but I love it that way, lick the blood off the tip, l love how that shit taste, but don't call me insane
It's a game that I play, and your life is at stake, but it's for me to take, and your spirit I'll break, with my anger and hate
I can't manage my ways, all this evil inside
That I cannot contain, I get pleasure from pain, severe my veins, with a serrated blade, I don't have any friends cause I scare em away, I get carried away, when I carry that blade, if you see me, don't stay, turn around, run away

See coming your way, bitch you better run
Aye, I just might kill your daughter
And your son
Aye, I ain't crazy, I'm just tryna have some fun
Yuh, Hella violent, and it's only just begun