Written by Chima Abuachi
Produced by Andrew Savoie
Mixed and Mastered by Blaine Rochester
lyrics
Back like bad luck from mad curse
At last I'm that worst
Pitchforks and batwings if that works it's that verse
That drug for poor souls in catacombs to rise first
Yea what a nut
Versatile berserker tho, we'll box for bucks
Animals, these smiles we bust
And she's loving style we smut
Make way for heavy weights
No fuck that announcing shit like yea what!
I hate you so much right now she said
But pound for pound you hold it down
Audio black Gallagher with a pistol different ain't no amateur
If she choose to leave you, don't be mad at her not matter what
Don't fuck with cluck fools
Two face they sun zhu
Bend the rules no absolutely
Get the loot, appear and poof
I'm ill at these lyrical visuals
You puppets ain't nothing like a ventriloquist spending the weekend at Bernie's
Bounce to this like living proof of mummies in downtown with headphones
That ain't no crack head, that's king tut
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