Ballistic (Luke Valentine) Lyrics

Stick the blade

Then I twist it

All ya bullets

They been missing

You are not that altruistic

Beating me's not realistic

Keep it focused on the mission

I'm the mane

Better listen

Bloody attire got me sickened

I'm about to go ballistic

Go ballistic

You can check the ballistics

Watch the soul get evicted

From another poor victim

They never could predict it

Guess I'm kind of a dick then

Killing I been addicted

Check it I'm bouta sick this

Twisted like the linguistics

Leaving death imminent

In seconds I get to flicking

Blades around

I'm the wicked

Get no rest or restrictions

I think it's reminiscent

How I've always been feeling

You know I'm bout to kill this

I'm a high rank officer

Meaning that I'm not stoppable

Beating me is impossible

Fleeing me is improbable

Six feet deep I be topping you

Clean strike how I be dropping you

These shots are meant for popping you

Not talking coffins when I be boxing you

So when they say you're immortal

And you claim that you ain't

Imma spray on this fake

Take his blood

Imma paint

It all over

Your face

You're too slow in my lane

Give a bang to his brain

Alucard you ain't the man

Night walking

Boy you can not even stand

Jan is killing up your fam

While I shoot ya

Every shot is finna land

Stick the blade

Then I twist it

All ya bullets

They been missing

You are not that altruistic

Beating me's not realistic

Keep it focused on the mission

I'm the mane

Better listen

Bloody attire got me sickened

I'm about to go ballistic

Go ballistic

Like animalistic

Kinda vindictive

Little addicted

Who beat you all up

A little dick did

Yeah that's me

I'm coming in with real bullet frenzy

I be the son of a G

You be the son of a b

I'm bouta go get em

And eat

OK I'm back on the beat

Back and they beat

Everybody lacking to me

Just what it had to be

Had to be a mini catastrophe

Put em in the ground deceased

Ain't nobody wanna get it

Cuz they be my casualty

Casually I put em all to sleep

Garand out when I'm on the scene

Ok I'm slicing em off

That be the job

Try to hit me but I dodge

They gotta get out my way

Dripping no Louis Vuitton

I got em all in my aim

Dawning the pince nez

In milliseconds they gone

I wanna hear the applause

This'll be the fatal shot

Drop