Shredders - Vanilla ISIS

Yeah
Uh, everybody shut up
Everybody can hit the floor
Now I'm waving a gun
Now I'm leaving with every wallet and watch in the room
Now I'm leaving a trail of wallets and watching these puppies fetch
No more than to annoy
Pulp Fic-en 'em
Pickin' 'em out they void
Destroy
Or leave 'em feeling lucky they fucking breathin'
Either way I'ma carpe in your DM's

Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
'Til I'm past it
Go or you're ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy

Whoa, it's a whole fucking thing
Type of fear the alt-right finds comforting
Yeah, it's a whole ducking thing
"Libtard cuck!" yells the Proud Boy puppeting
Ooh, somebody fed the dogs red meat
Clean the plate, boss
Bed sheets stained with the Pizza-Gate sauce
Head Piece cut from the same exact cloth
Tell 'em I destroy
You boys got as much flavor as a lime LaCroix
Stylish as a New Balance 574
Looking hella sporty, Morty, hate to sell ya short
Live at the appellate court
Voldemort and Skeletor yelling at the void
And their boys on the message board
Should have told 'em how less is more, but

Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
'Til I'm past it
Go or you're ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy

P.o.Stef, the C-Lo ref
Trip 6 for the wins call me Baphomet
An hail skatin', inhale Satan
Exhale faded, next hell waiting
Why not
Ask dad tho
Just a tinchy black hole, don't recommend
It's stupid easy to get sucked in tho
It's kinda dumb to tell 'em ask a friend

Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
'Til I'm past it
Go or you're ghost
No passes
I destroy

I destroy

I destroy

I destroy

Written by:
Stefon Alexander, Andrew William Sims

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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