[Produced by; Arkade]

[Intro]
You lot thought it was over?
This is Satan 2.0
Yeah
Already know
This is Satan 2.0
Get ready, [?]

[Chorus]
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you imma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughin' out blood
And his guts go squish like fresh in my core
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run, can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him 'til we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you imma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughin' out blood
And his guts go squish like fresh in my core
Have a tastе of death, come watch this show
Don't try run, can't escapе the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him 'til we turn him crow
[Verse 1]
Dont be stupid, always ruthless
Carve out his chest, leave more than bruises
Push that chrome in his heart like Cupid
Pray to the Jinn, are you fucking deluded?
Mental, I'm fucking tapped
You'd lose your shit from the thoughts I had
Turn a big man on when a shank get backed
Adrenaline rush will make him spaz
When I talk 'bout the coffin and grave
Just know that your time will eventually come
If you dont get smoked in the Dunya
Then in the graveyard, little man get bunned
Your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son
They'll all get packed for the things you've done
I had a dream like Luther King
That heads got smashed and spilt like Rum
And I don't play games when it comes to this life
I'm tryna prepare for the day I die
Get beat like drum or smoked like spice
Satan got a speech for all of these guys
Big man you best panic, let me not lie
Your own guys, watchin' you die
Go and kill their little siblings
And tear that flesh, make sure it's right
[Chorus]
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you imma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughin' out blood
And his guts go squish like fresh in my core
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run, can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him 'til we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you imma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughin' out blood
And his guts go squish like fresh in my core
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run, can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him 'til we turn him crow

[Verse 2]
How many times did I tell these kids?
Rot in your grave and burn like rizz
Flip shank when I flip, put holes in rizz
Pour acid on him and burn that skin
Clot his blood, that's attempted murder
Click his head and neck like cursor
Purger, nothin' in Hell is worser
Do nuttin' wrong when we slap that burner
You're a big man now in this world
But in the coffin you're a fuckin' bitch
Let me give you a taste of death real quick
Stone that prick 'til he done twitch
Burn him, he try fuck wit' a witch?
Turn him, slice him up like pig
It's peak and mad in the life we live
Pray for the times, lord forgive my sins
[Verse 3]
Don't try run, you won't make it far
You will never see flesh comin' out when they pass
You will never ***
Then bake off good, can praise to Allah
You don't know about all the pain and all the trauma
Bun him, turn his chest crips like walker
Fire, I gotta smoke him like sauna
Grab that kid, put him in the Corsa
Flesh and guts, in love with it
Blood drippin' out, come give him a sip
Bore these kids, d-di-d-di-dip
Open him up like a fuckin' lid
I'm dyin', in the head I'm sick
It's hurtin', get rid of this shit
Give this soul to the Jinn, it's flizz
Make his blood turn blue like a fuckin' Crip

[Verse 4]
All the talk and the talk
And the chit and the chat
But they don't say shit when a Rambz gets backed
To all my producers, for my blacked-out cab
I ain't ProdByWalkz so I won't react
If I ain't got bars, then who's got bars?
No LeeToTheVI and my [?]
Stab that prick, take a pic, Mozart
And [?] can't speak when you're in the graveyard
Chest shot with the dots, bro's out like dark
Imma dig out your chest, that's yellow like Bart
No broken marriage, imma rip it apart
Then grab that yute, put him in the car
You can try run but you won't get far
Carve his face and call it art
Or tie him up, feed him to the sharks
Big man don't run when the shotgun barks

[Verse 5]
It's mad, it's fucked
Try play dead, keep diggin' your lungs
Rip mans soul from his fuckin' chest
Then drink his blood, how's that for lunch?
You could be big, built and tough
But you'll cry like a bitch when we chop your tongue
Beg for help
Cry to your mum
But there's no goin' back from the things you've done

[Outro]
Haha, you're all fucked
Satan 2.0