- Funeral EXPIRE 歌詞
- Funeral
- This is a Noheart exclusive
Oh, sh*t
Hear them talking on the phone, they call the exorcist
I'ma shoot right between his eyes, I'm a perfectionist
Baby, you can't get this love, I ain't affectionate
I got cuts all over my wrist, we not connecting it
Two tone Glock, yeah, I'm killing it
I'm on three hundred mil of sert and I ain't feeling it
I got that model 83 and I'm concealing it (Oh, oh)
I'ma shoot him in his brains, gon' have the ceiling hit (Bah, bah)
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling, all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher (Bah, bah)
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling, all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher
We'll get a little higher, yeah
High- higher, higher, yo
High- high, higher
High, high, higher
Break into his house, make him squeak like Mickey Mouse
Chop his back with a machete, make him scream and shout (Oh, boy!)
Sacrificed his ass, I poured him out
I be talking to demons, I think they know what I'm about (Bah, bah)
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling, all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher (Bah, bah)
I'ma make him expire
Creeping, crawling, all around his room like a spider
I'm on the dark web, murder for hire
7921, get a little higher
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