Lyrics:
to the Y
Are you blind you crossed that line
Not giving a fuck Hatchet
Hatchet the way that I chop this beat
Hatchet the way that I chop these vocal samples
and make it
Silk on my body
Cash out the lobby
Touchdown i'm outy
Touchdown i'm gone
Watchu be on
Talking you go on
Need to go on by your own
Silk on my body
A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
An' all the wood I can find
I'll build me a cabin on top of the hill
Got all the plans in my mind . . .
You're smooth like SILK
All over my skin
Why do I keep on crawling
Towards you once again
Girl you're my baddest sin
I can't stop myself
I poured up
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
you can try to get as close as you can get but you never come close to the hatchet
I bump the best shit, only the best shit And if it ain't a hatchet
We're still holding back
Lashed out and attacked
We buried the hatchet
By plunging it deep in our backs
The baggage is packed
Light shines through
watered silk
You're my rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Time passes us all by
But with you time
eye
'Til he wiggles and wallows
Sleeps atop a bag of raven's legs
Curled up rats napping by his head
Takes his eye out with a ball-point pen
eye
'Til he wiggles and wallows
Sleeps atop a bag of raven's legs
Curled up rats napping by his head
Takes his eye out with a ball-point pen
Can't nobody do it like us, we strong-built
cin't nobody smoother than us, we all silk, aye
Brush off hate, brush off guilt
cin't nobody smoother than
know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know
Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo
And I'm swingin swingin hatchets
by living family
Trying to find out the whereabouts of that putrid day
When little girl went astray
I remember the hatchet I squeezed tight
Slaughtered one by one
Two find a way to hide
The tables are turned
By hopeless defeats
Got the power, got the might
Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with
Just a matter of how often we come around
It’s come time to bury the hatchet
Bury it in the back in the woods by the stream
It’s past due to see that you
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
like (silk)
Can I talk my shit, baby? (speak to me)
I go by many names (oh)
Kojey Acholades
Pablo Eskojey
Houdini Kojini
Luther Vankojey
And Sir
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
Not shit just chillin
Claimin' juggalo and doin' a lot of killin
I keep a sharp hatchet right by my fuckin' side man
Choppin' people up with my
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya'
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya'
You think I'm playing I could show you this ain't Hulu
In this black parade I'm Silk the Shakazulu
Spread love show me love I need Buku
Straight from
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
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