Bitch ill Creep in yo house smash yo head like a pumpkin
Scoop out yo brain like it's food for consumption
Body bag rotting in my fridge
Boy don't got no taste I dump his body at the bridge
Why so still I'd like to see you try to run ain't no where to hide I'm glaring at you like the sun
Bitch I'm whipping in the kitchen
Dirty flow like my incision
Half his body in the frying pan
And boy still f*cking twitching
Throw his body in burger
At your table like a server
Feed em to his wife and kids
I Hope they hear me when I murmur
That's yo dad bitch
Mixed wit a lil bit A1
Top wit some Lettuce and a Broché bun
It ain't well done
So you might see a lil blood drip
But I still expect a full tip
Hand it over
Cash in my pocket can't stand the Oder
It smell like bitch in here
Boy don't hide I smell your fear
Damnnnnnnn
I'm so hungry
I could eat a myself
I'm looking like a snack
Cut my skin off like a flapjack
Prime rib outback
Pitch black fit cause I'm always f*cking lurking
Devil in my eyes that's the reason for my smirking
No disguise cause they needa know who
Chop a body like a beat and serve it up like Stu
Bissiboi - Cann!balistic Behavior Lyrics
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English
Bitch ill Creep in yo house smash yo head like a pumpkin
Scoop out yo brain like it's food for consumption
Body bag rotting in my fridge
Boy don't got no taste I dump his body at the bridge
Why so still I'd like to see you try to run ain't no where to hide I'm glaring at you like the sun
Bitch I'm whipping in the kitchen
Dirty flow like my incision
Half his body in the frying pan
And boy still f*cking twitching
Throw his body in burger
At your table like a server
Feed em to his wife and kids
I Hope they hear me when I murmur
That's yo dad bitch
Mixed wit a lil bit A1
Top wit some Lettuce and a Broché bun
It ain't well done
So you might see a lil blood drip
But I still expect a full tip
Hand it over
Cash in my pocket can't stand the Oder
It smell like bitch in here
Boy don't hide I smell your fear
Damnnnnnnn
I'm so hungry
I could eat a myself
I'm looking like a snack
Cut my skin off like a flapjack
Prime rib outback
Pitch black fit cause I'm always f*cking lurking
Devil in my eyes that's the reason for my smirking
No disguise cause they needa know who
Chop a body like a beat and serve it up like Stu
Scoop out yo brain like it's food for consumption
Body bag rotting in my fridge
Boy don't got no taste I dump his body at the bridge
Why so still I'd like to see you try to run ain't no where to hide I'm glaring at you like the sun
Bitch I'm whipping in the kitchen
Dirty flow like my incision
Half his body in the frying pan
And boy still f*cking twitching
Throw his body in burger
At your table like a server
Feed em to his wife and kids
I Hope they hear me when I murmur
That's yo dad bitch
Mixed wit a lil bit A1
Top wit some Lettuce and a Broché bun
It ain't well done
So you might see a lil blood drip
But I still expect a full tip
Hand it over
Cash in my pocket can't stand the Oder
It smell like bitch in here
Boy don't hide I smell your fear
Damnnnnnnn
I'm so hungry
I could eat a myself
I'm looking like a snack
Cut my skin off like a flapjack
Prime rib outback
Pitch black fit cause I'm always f*cking lurking
Devil in my eyes that's the reason for my smirking
No disguise cause they needa know who
Chop a body like a beat and serve it up like Stu
Writer: daniel wilson
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