from up on silent hill ft. Witchouse 40k Lyrics

I got

Blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy

Bitch boy

Ima smack you in your fuckin shit, boy

You can call me what you want

You know I'm really him, boy

And you're fire when I mute it

Call that silent hill boy

Like I'm chainsaw man

I'm bout to let it R.I.P boy

See a whole lotta red

I'll stomp you in my ricks boy

If you're subbing to her twitch, she probably let me hit boy

I got shawty in the room

Call that silent hill four

Bitch i'm in my body bag

Put me on that shit then ima body that

I Hit the psyche ward

Look around like where my shawty at?

The Perc taste like Halloween candy

Yum, I'll eat that

Gaspare what the hell you doin?

Bitch don't call me that

Slythrin my pockets

Cause the green is what I get in them

Ricky on my jeans and ur bitch wanna get in them

The all black fit

Boy I pop out like the enderman

The devil wears Prada

Naw acne what I'm Drippin in

Nose bleed 'em, blood up on his body, make 'em backtrack

Demons on em, trick 'em out his treats, he'll get his bag snatched

Carve his pumpkin, like a jack he with the ghosts

I'm picking Locks with Oogie Boogie, Shock and Barrel through his home

Crawl out the tomb with 'em

He got a body with bugs in it

Turn 'em to ash every time that I'm rolling up

Bag em, I cook 'em up, lacing your plug with it

Hungry for blood, see his blood I ain't full enough

Dig it up, I want his jewelry, leaving his body alone in the woods (woods)

Walk out the cut with the crooks, he runnin' his mouth on me, now he on foot

I got

Blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy

Bitch boy

Ima smack you in your fuckin shit, boy

You can call me what you want

You know I'm really him, boy

And you're fire when I mute it

Call that silent hill boy

Like I'm chainsaw man

I'm bout to let it R.I.P boy

See a whole lotta red

I'll stomp you in my ricks boy

If you're subbing to her twitch, she probably let me hit boy

I got shawty in the room

Call that silent hill four