$quidGames Lyrics

Boy I'm a master of the black arts

Hate hides in my black heart

Love dwells in my outer shell

But I'll dump shells wit the car Parked

Fuck a drive bye I'm a j cat

Walk up an jus spray that

Then I walk back put the car in drive

I'm headed right where you stay at

An i'm dump'n slugs

Like I been eat'n escargot

Jam'n yer nubs in a wood chipper

I live my life like it's fargo

An i'm far gone

Hit play on the disc it's a car bomb

Ain't pick'n the kids up from school Today

The driveway and half of the yards Gone

This that leg leg arm head

On top of the house

In front of the shed

They die for the cause

Look'n like hiram abif

Just like Lazarus rose from the dead I'm off'a my meds

I live in a fantasy land

This that amittyville

I'm Yosemite sam

How You tell me to chill with these Guns in my hands

I been go'n through something

They don't understand

In my mental

Everything's all instrumentals

The keys drool and the bass drops But I cannot keep up with the tempo On my mana My body my temple

Why I treat the shit like a rental

I guess I'm a fucked up messiah

They mad

Cuz I ain't the one that they sent for

First thing I givem all nicknames

Then I just slap'em like rick james

They don't hop when I tellem to hop They get popped

Lil bitch this is squid games

Put the match to the gas an I spit flames

I'm on that ass if I take aim

Sv the click like a switch blade

You press that button you get flayed

I'm an incredible speaker

You just an edible tweaker

I bite the head off the neck

I'm digesting the flesh this is audible Ether

I swear to god I'm a keeper

She jus wanna leave it to beaver

Remember that shit that you said When this gun to my head

When I'm meeting the reaper

You must been smoke'n the reefer

I am the chosen believer

I'm like a substitute teacher

I'll put yo kid in a sleeper

Before I fuck wit any of y'all

I'll put my dick in a blender

I tried to send them a bomb in the Mail

But they just returned it to sender

Boy I spit like a Molotov

This shit right here's the secret sauce

This is what happens

When gasoline

And Styrofoam dissolve

Bet I be spit'n that napalm

I'm basically take'n your face off

We loaded and ready for take off

One hundred an ten with the breaks Gone