Corpse Kid - Take It

Glock cocked middle of the park
Make a playa hater drop
Send him to the warlock
I've been a lot of this hate stuff
Don't put the toll call back return the check
Feel it aiming at your competition
Ready to smoke a fat sac
Glock cocked middle of the park
Make a playa hater drop
Send him to the warlock
I've been a lot of this hate stuff
Don't put the toll call back return the check
Cobwebs in my head (ay)
Co- Co- Cobwebs in my (ay)
Cobwebs in my head bitch I ain't feeling Gucci
Two scripts on me keep me heavy then it's empty
Lowkey muthuka but don't ever try me
Keep it moving keep em looking at my one and only
Shadow creeping the come up I feel as the window it tumble
Into my stomach the shark has awakened
I'm waiting for death to come rumble
Verbal lyrical legacy laced with that tragedy
Don't need serenity all I need to envy
Resurrection of the corpse by the morgue where I
Shout out the infamous tale from a land death adore
Tell the snakes to come chew on my enemies as I unleash
Poisonous seas that take over all ofa the streets
Bitch I ain't lying the language I speak is deceased
War head till death nail on feet just crucify me
Glock cocked middle of the park
Make a playa hater drop
Send him to the warlock
I've been a lot of this hate stuff
Don't put the toll call back return the check
Feel it aiming at your competition
Ready to smoke a fat sac
Glock cocked

Written by:
sebastien del prete

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