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Slaughter SZN (feat. Riley Slaysall)
by Tonti
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Ain't shit change just the numbers on the scale
It's still war on you fakes and you lames
Disarm, incapacitate and maim
Slaughter seasons on, yall die for fame
Pussy niggas get popped like hymens
Bang half your head off, where your mind at?
Bang half your head off, migraine
Collapse diaphragm and search you for your finance
Im a sin sinner
Wolf; proud sheep skinner
Train track straight steamroll niggas
Pitching hot, I pull a no hitter
Only paper niggas want is Rizla
I don't promise I deliver
Only take straights like
I'm tryna drown my liver
Still beat your ass J Dilla
Real heads let it simmer
Quick listens are for beginners
The soundtrack to my life has an 808
If my ma straight then I'm straight
Niggas on some other, and I find it strange
So the only way I'm on it is if it pays
Talk is still cheap, but my raps be priceless
I was in space, counting days with your highness
Psychedelic trip, Pearly Gates with your highness
Mind migrate, niggas live but they lifeless
They always peep a nigg so you'll never see him play
Put me in the picture so I had to make hay
Shorty want the ring, got me punching like Clay
I tilt two terriers, my eye's on the prey
I'm chain smoking, my heart and my brains broken
Overdosing, a dog end, death is coming
Slaughter season and you lames still hoping
All out atttack, left your keeper in the open
Ain't shit change just the numbers on the scale
It's still war on you fakes and you lames
Disarm, incapacitate and maim
Slaughter seasons on, yall die for fame
Pussy niggas get popped like hymens
Bang half your head off, where your mind at?
Bang half your head off, migraine
Collapse diaphragm and search you for your finance
Ain't shit change just the numbers on the scale
It's still war on you fakes and you lames
Disarm, incapacitate and maim
Slaughter seasons on, yall die for fame
Pussy niggas get popped like hymens
Bang half your head off, where your mind at?
Bang half your head off, migraine
Collapse diaphragm and search you for your finance
Im a sin sinner
Wolf; proud sheep skinner
Train track straight steamroll niggas
Pitching hot, I pull a no hitter
Only paper niggas want is Rizla
I don't promise I deliver
Only take straights like
I'm tryna drown my liver
Still beat your ass J Dilla
Real heads let it simmer
Quick listens are for beginners
The soundtrack to my life has an 808
If my ma straight then I'm straight
Niggas on some other, and I find it strange
So the only way I'm on it is if it pays
Talk is still cheap, but my raps be priceless
I was in space, counting days with your highness
Psychedelic trip, Pearly Gates with your highness
Mind migrate, niggas live but they lifeless
They always peep a nigg so you'll never see him play
Put me in the picture so I had to make hay
Shorty want the ring, got me punching like Clay
I tilt two terriers, my eye's on the prey
I'm chain smoking, my heart and my brains broken
Overdosing, a dog end, death is coming
Slaughter season and you lames still hoping
All out atttack, left your keeper in the open
Ain't shit change just the numbers on the scale
It's still war on you fakes and you lames
Disarm, incapacitate and maim
Slaughter seasons on, yall die for fame
Pussy niggas get popped like hymens
Bang half your head off, where your mind at?
Bang half your head off, migraine
Collapse diaphragm and search you for your finance
