[Hook]

Grab the Jason Mask I’m known to roam with the tone
Blow a shotgun to my nose
While I’m eating a calzone
Bitch you shoulda stayed home
They won’t never find yo bones
Cause this Ana got me clicking like
(nowison nowison nowison)
Smoking the chicken and loading my weapon
[?]
Bury yo body while sipping a flask
Covered in blood
Claim you a thug
You catching a slug to the back of yo mug
Only things I care about is making stangs and getting buck
(Aw yeah Joan come test these motherfucking nuts. Nowison)
How much is yo life worth about a fucking gram
Ten toes down don’t ask where I stand
2-11 187 I don’t give a damn
Own a hundred hockey masks you know I don’t play hockey mane

[Hook]

[Dylan Ross]
I see you riding back and forth to work in that candy coated Chevy thang
I have a plan to take all of yo shit and cause you pain
And leave you naked and dead in the rain
Because the demons in my lokked out soul tell me to kill when I make a stain
My heater B O brain
Feet or or calla Sam I yang
I got a metal magazine but It ain’t Kerrang
[?] I’m in the streets like a sewage drain
I got Egyptian hooks up in yo nose to yank yo brain
Fucking pick yo brain
Because the only thing that matter is what set you claim
(What set you claim!)
And if you ain’t claiming pizza click you claiming lame
Ain’t nothing but a buncha busters hanging round my way
Another headless body in the woods found today
Another casualty a sacrificial holiday
What up to the legend tommy with a guapa ye'
But I keep my record clean so the coppers hate
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