slicko - havoc

Uh yuh
She on the hunt for her dad like Gon
I been on hunter on hunter so long
Say she like the way I be singin' these songs
Poundin' my chest like I'm King Kong
Feel like Hisoka, do him wrong
I ain't felt like this lil' bitch in so long
Bungee gum straight to your head
My hair pink, it's not no red
If you wanna kill the spider then you gotta cut the legs (cut the legs)
Sippin' Wockhardt out my cup, this not no set
This is muhfuckin' Slicko, yeah, lil' bitch I keep a tec (keep a tec)
Off the Oxy, this Molly, baby I'm off the meds (off the meds)
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, she say punkmade do it best (do it best)
We go blat, blat, blat, keep a stick under my dress (under my dress)
Keep the bodies in the freezer, Shizuku clean up the mess (clean up the mess)
See, that's the reason I wanted to fulfill my dead friend's wish
It's what he would've wanted
What wish?
To wreak havoc
Uh yuh
She on the hunt for her dad like Gon (yuh)
I been on hunter on hunter so long (yuh)
Say she like the way I be singin' these songs (yeah)
Poundin' my chest like I'm King Kong (yeah)
Feel like Hisoka, do him wrong (yeah, yeah)
I ain't felt like this lil' bitch in so long (so long)
Ain't got no more Molly, I need me a pill
I been off the X, man, I cannot sit still
I hang with the hittas, I'm crackin' a seal
I hang with the troupe, we not thugs (we not thugs)
I been sendin' hits, sendin' slugs (sendin' slugs)
Lickin' my fangs, I need blood (I need blood)
Sink my nails and teeth into this beat, yuh, think I'm in love (woah)
So stuck in my ways, ain't makin' no change (yuh)
Don't give me no fucks (no fucks)
I'm sippin' on Wock, I'm sippin' on red
I'm just wakin' up (yeah)
Lil' shawty a hoe, I cannot control
We just havin' fun (yeah)
(Uh, yuh, we just havin' fun)
(We just havin' fun)
Killin' this shit, not this and not that
Aim it your way and my gun it go blat (blat, blat)
Breakin' yo back, get muhfuckin' racks
We smokin' your muhfuckin' pack
We smoke your whole army, we not sayin' sorry
We ain't even takin' your cash
We leave you for dead, one shot to your head
The breath that you takin' your last (your last)
Spider on my back, number four (number four)
This designer my fit, yeah, this Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
Rip your heart out of your body, keep on beatin' on the floor (on the floor)
Bloodlust in my eyes, takin' souls I'm back for more (back for more)
(It's young Slicko, back for more)
(Sendin' shots out, on the floor)
(See the bloodlust in my eyes, takin' souls I'm back for more)

Written by:
Patricia Gravis

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