Kenny Koughs - SKYFALL ESREVER (feat. M1H1)

(Backwards stunt
Wasteland rock, backwards talk
Ain't no fronts, give no fucks, backwards stuff
She go dumb, she go hard, face like dock
Her skyfall drop, taste my Tootsie pop)

Violence always find away inside my head
Ridin' full pack
Two in the front, three in the back
Blown' that gas, boy they can't save you no that shit is cap
Don't fuck with snitches y'all ain't worth the gat
Sike
(Ha haha)
Takin' they cheese got 'em breakin' they necks
Shoutout my G's finna murder the rats

Told my nigga Kenny we gone fuck it up (Yuh)
And if we keep on fuckin' pressing on em get that Bentley truck (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Get yo neck wet git, get yo vest checked
Pipe down, got 'em scared, yankin' on his necklace
Get yo vest wet git? Get yo neck checked
Pipe down got 'em yanking' on his necklace
Get yo neck wet kid, get your vest checked
Pipe down gotta kill 'em quick and painless

Make it painless
Make it aimless
They don't really know what pain is
See, all these drugs make me brain sick
And I don't think I can take it
They started a war so load up the guns
Sound the alarm we bouta have fun (Boom)
The purge is here, the curse is near
In god we fear, we fall in tears
See they don't really know what it's like
Go out at night and fear ya life
Demons held the poltergeist
It's demon time nowhere to hide
So grip the pistol, load the missile
Blow his top, no I won't miss you
It wasn't right you killed a life
I'll pray to christ a silent night
Silent night (I'm silent)
Silent night (I'm silent)
Silent night (Ya, ya)

(Ha ha ha)
Upside down, pound cake (Upside down)
Those hoes gave me pout face
Phonies lookin' silly, toaster strudel wit they clown face
They dog ain't got no balls
Must've hurt when they had castrate
Upside down (Hey)
Lame ass niggas clowned (Me)

Now I'm out here wit an ounce (That weight)
Hometown hero-on my crown (Those rounds)
Said they gone shoot me down
I don't know how they ain't figured it out
Do this for real not a sound for the clout
Ik they mad feelin' small looking stout

What they gone do?
What they gone say when I shoot through the
Ozone ain't got no choice but to feel what I'm about (Yeah)

Ridin' full pack
Two in the front, three in the back
Blown' that gas, boy they can't save you no that shit is cap
Don't fuck with snitches y'all ain't worth the gat
Sike
(Ha ha ha)
Takin' they cheese got 'em breakin' they necks
Shoutout my G's finna murder the rats
Told my nigga Kenny we gone fuck it up
And if they keep on fuckin' playin with us we gone tell em
"Pull up bitch."
Get yo neck wet git, get yo vest checked
Pipe down, got 'em scared, yankin' on his necklace

(Yeah, ye-uh, yeah)

Written by:
Michael O'Leary, Tremaine LaManna

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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