[Intro]
Running up right on his ground, I stab, stab, stab, stab
Growing up my body count, I stab, stab, stab, stab
(x2)

Ahh, ahh
Necrosociety, the best terrorists ever, hehe, hahaha

[Verse 1]
I might throw up
I might throw up all these xans
I might throw 'em
I might throw bands up on her ass
(x2)

Ran to the back of the shed
I put hammers in a bag
Blades in the back
But, I always bring my strap, hoe

Cleaver in my hand
Pussy, boy, you getting hacked up
Made 10 racks just from selling chopped up hands, hoe

[Pre-Chorus]
Running up right on his ground, I stab, stab, stab, stab
Growing up my body count, I stab, stab, stab, stab
(x2)
[Chorus]
Put the blade right to your fucking neck, neck, neck, neck
Pin you down lil' bitch you're getting shanked, shanked, shanked, shanked
Running up right on his ground, I stab, stab, stab, stab
Growing up my body count, I stab, stab, stab, stab

Mixing the percs with the oxy, I'm covered in vomit, can't get out my bed
Eyes rolling back off the molly, if I have enough I'll just blow my own head

[Verse 2]
Dig a hole
Whip a crowbar I'mma crush his fucking jaw
Dig a hole
When I'm done he gon' drink dinner through a straw
Dig a hole
Push her face into the bath and watch her drown
Dig a hole
Now that bitch is buried deep inside the ground

Way too many bitches, she is jealous
Pull the chain a bit too hard and now her body is headless
Making all these racks, no wonder all these faggots jealous
I pull out your IP, pussy, shoot up your damn address

[Pre-Chorus]
Running up right on his ground, I stab, stab, stab, stab
Growing up my body count, I stab, stab, stab, stab
(x2)
[Outro]
Put the blade right to your fucking neck, neck, neck, neck
Pin you down lil' bitch you're getting shanked, shanked, shanked, shanked
Running up right on his ground, I stab, stab, stab, stab
Growing up my body count, I stab, stab, stab, stab