SERIAL ft. Rob Buck & Neem Lyrics

Murder fleau, watch your back

Born to kill, I'm about to attack

I'm tic-tac-towing your mobile

And skirting off with your bitch in the back

Fractalizing visionary

Tantalizing missionary

Where is God when I need him most?

I'm holy ghosting Halle Berry

I'm ripping hallelujahs but I ain't fucking with Kendrick

I'm shouting, "MY BOY, THAT'S MY BOY!"

Rest in peace to Cedric

I'm still rolling bitches burritos

Guess nothing ever changes

Crush a bag of Dorito's

And throw it in your face

Then watch your soul leave your physical form

Before my retina's torn

The firestorm is coming

Bet your ass be wishing you was never born

My soul is lorn and worn

But I don't know about yours

Because I've been in and out of physical realms

Subconscious wiped down to its core

Whip in the the Pickle smoking blunts ay

SSX you know I'm ripping stunts ay yuh

Maybe sneak some shrooms up in my lunch

Or take your girl out for some brunch

Then free myself from fashion

As I dive into the riverfront

We came to make some new classics

Pack another stack and start a few bad habits

No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit

Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list

We came to make some new classics

Pack another stack and start a few bad habits

Fuck them heavy vibes, we never tolerate that whack shit

Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list

Yeah I'm slipping towards the edge, Where the Sidewalk Ends

I don't know how close I'm getting, I don't got any friends

But I'm gonna keep chugging on like I do in the gyms

While I stay away from drama as I carry out my sins

Because in this world, the human mind, you know it can't resist itself

Eating up its past as it stresses about a future self

Always moving one step ahead of time with drugs on the shelf

Cleanse your soul as you continue to find your true self

You little bitch, you selfish motherfucker get out your seat

Because in this world you gotta work and pay for what you need

Global warming doesn't give a fuck, it's right beneath our feet

As it pushes businessmen to slowly end our fucking scene

Because look around yo, it's all about cash

Shit's about to go down, the dollar's finna crash and when it folds

I'm gonna be the one that's out for blood you better watch out

Because you pussies hiding all our bands I'm finna cash you out

Uh

Born on the thirteenth of Friday

Freddy Krueger on the beat, my mind is sharp as knife blades

Quick learning, moving fast, I'm on the highway

I ain't Frank Sinatra but I gots to do it my way (woah)

In first place, I ain't ever coming after

Leader of the pack, you see my back? I just passed you

A skilled author, this is just the first chapter

Throwing heat, I'm way out of your league

Thirst trap you

I had some time to stock my ammunition

Jackhammer, I'm experienced in demolition

FLEAU bumping, listen up because this the next edition

And Rob is cooking up some spicy shit like this the kitchen (oh yeah)

These bars are cardio, it's hard to catch my breath

White guy, tight rhymes make Tide look filthy

Stunting 'til I die, check my style I'm fresh to death

If I ever get too old to stay fly then just kill me

And that's me giving my permission, no really (no really)

Sniper's in position, I won't even break a sweat (nah)

Moving like the flu even Medusa couldn't steal me

Rob just passed the ball and now I'm aiming for the net (swish)

And I ain't letting you forget

Getting stuck inside your head like some bogus propagandas

Huh

I keep it going infinite

I pick up the mic and spit because that's my modus operandi

(mmm)

We came to make some new classics

Pack another stack and start a few bad habits

No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit

Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list

We came to make some new classics

Pack another stack and start a few bad habits

No heavy vibes, we don't tolerate that whack shit

Bump this in the ride until you memorize the track-list