[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough

[Verse 1: Eater]
Fake generation, I don't think you don't have a face
You can suck my dick, cause I'm making this based
You can make this face, [?] in my face
Bitch, we're not the same, you fuckin' [?]
If you ever get too tough, put a bullet through my brain
Cause I don't want a tragic, start a fuckin' break
So bring myself you're waiting, you ever finna say
I think I'm gonna break, I think I'm gonna break
I think I'm gonna break, I think it'll drop today
These thoughts in my head, you see that's not my brain
I'mma need your fame, I be posting my breath
The end of the world is when you're dead

[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
[Verse 2: Guap Sensei]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I take his eyes out with a spoon, then put them in a bowl
Walkin' down I got this spoon, I might put it at his throat
Runnin' up on you when you act like 69
Snatch your heart, 3 fists and a riptide
Finish out in 4 pieces, mess up your five senses
Breakdown your skin and eat it
Pay for a better clip that you ate it
Yeah

[Bridge: Guap Sensei]
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met up with my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside
Yeah
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside

[Verse 3: clavé]
I must be a schizoid way my money fucking talk
Bitch you run your fucking mouth leave your body in the chalk
Way I'm scouting out these bands bitch I feel like I'm a hawk
Call his bitch a fuckin door how your body getting knocked
Bitch
I feel like I'm at the bubble bowl the way I got them bands
Run his fucking mouth but I know I will never see his hands
All the fucking money in my pockets Imma rip my pants
Call my hoe a witch the brain make that bitch levitate enchant
I'm in your system you call me a tumor
And Guap hold the camera, bitch, I'm the shooter
Yo bitch must be dumb, cuz she think I won't shoot her
Yo bitch call me Robert, she down on my junior
My pockets fucking fat, I feel like Mrs. Puff
My shotgun hit like Gary, I hit you with the slug
Big six shots, bro her head is fuckin' bleedin'
[?] remind you we ain't breathing
Put you with the dogs