[Verse 1: HATCHETSAW]
I'ma pull up with my gun, fully loaded magazine
Pull up to your crib, drench it in fucking gasoline
Ship your body via Fed-Ex, still with the dagger in
You're motherfucking shaking, she needs some Benzodiazepine
Dressed in full black, like the motherfuckin' Reaper
Pull up to your crib with that fully loaded Reaper
Coming for your ears, finna rape your fucking speakers
Always got the hatchet tucked on me, time to meet your maker
165 bpm your hearts fucking going
You just a insecure fuckboy, 'cus how much your ego showing
You think you're a god the way your motherfuckin' glowing
But those arе my radioactive shells raining, like its snowing

[Verse 2: ONIDUSK]
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