V.Y.L.E. - Splatter (feat. Devilmaycry)

Bust a punk mutherfucker with the butt end of a 45
Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack
Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps
And if a fuck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT
I evolved from young Skrap, to Numerical then V.Y.L.E
Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing
Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching
Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking
And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that
Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthafucking brain matter on the sidewalk
Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk

That boy gon fall when that Mac hit, I got blood stains on my hatchet
Bitch you irrelevant, it should be evident, dump you in acid and leave but a skeleton
You can not name anyone who is better than, this is my reckoning aye
Catch you out back, put a hole in ya throat, then I piss in it
My dick in her jaw, all in her mouth, now you kissing it
Know for a fact, he don't want beef for real, he should try venison
Don't give a fuck what he bang or he claiming, if he try me I'm killing him
Kick down ya door, put that gun in ya face, bitch I gotta eat yuh
Nigga haul ass, you don't want no smoke, put that tag on ya feet
Lay that dope on the scale, bag it and zip it, then I repeat
If you cuffing that bitch then explain to me why she down on her knees
Damn

Written by:
Eric Varner, Marvin Sewell

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