Sayzee - Splatterhouse Lyrics

This shit forever scary
This shit forever scary
I don't like Rappers body you and catch a flight after
Freddy Krug you don't see me till the night after
Big claws, Heavy Glove catch a slight slap up
Now you rolled up in that rug from a white rapper
That shit is funny listen...
All white Anaconda on my shoulder bitch I'm holding it
Hoping out the helicopter landing on a boulder that I rolled a bit
Unload the clip and roll a spliff
Lets make a movie Tarantino baby hold my dick
I throw your corpse up in the grass nobody mowing it
Hit like Samoan's Hit , Flames graze your coconut
Like Acapulco trips, And I don't stack my vocals
That's for locals, Married to these bars I holy matrimony clips
I did 5, I did 6, but I curse em with the 7th
At 10:59 I strike em with the Mac 11
Bring the ladders out I feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about
Feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about
I don't like Rappers
Body you get no life after
Burry Carrie flow is very scary Terry hoe
I'm in the cemetery on my 7th hail Mary though
706 flows I like to switch loads
Icy hot leave ya shit froze
Living that life, you internet goals
You know the goals go in a net ya shit will get fold
You my intellect been a jet prepare for flip mode
I'm going postal end up with a zip code
Now I'm sliding on my foes
Break dance electric sliding on you hoes
Splatterhouse stone island on the clothes
Move like Chef Ramsey I'm violent on the stove
Check the hand speed
I did 5, I did 6, but I curse em with the 7th
At 10:59 I strike em with the Mac 11
Bring the ladders out I feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about

This shit forever scary
This shit forever scary
I don't like Rappers body you and catch a flight after
Freddy Krug you don't see me till the night after
Big claws, Heavy Glove catch a slight slap up
Now you rolled up in that rug from a white rapper
That shit is funny listen...
All white Anaconda on my shoulder bitch I'm holding it
Hoping out the helicopter landing on a boulder that I rolled a bit
Unload the clip and roll a spliff
Lets make a movie Tarantino baby hold my dick
I throw your corpse up in the grass nobody mowing it
Hit like Samoan's Hit , Flames graze your coconut
Like Acapulco trips, And I don't stack my vocals
That's for locals, Married to these bars I holy matrimony clips
I did 5, I did 6, but I curse em with the 7th
At 10:59 I strike em with the Mac 11
Bring the ladders out I feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about
Feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about
I don't like Rappers
Body you get no life after
Burry Carrie flow is very scary Terry hoe
I'm in the cemetery on my 7th hail Mary though
706 flows I like to switch loads
Icy hot leave ya shit froze
Living that life, you internet goals
You know the goals go in a net ya shit will get fold
You my intellect been a jet prepare for flip mode
I'm going postal end up with a zip code
Now I'm sliding on my foes
Break dance electric sliding on you hoes
Splatterhouse stone island on the clothes
Move like Chef Ramsey I'm violent on the stove
Check the hand speed
I did 5, I did 6, but I curse em with the 7th
At 10:59 I strike em with the Mac 11
Bring the ladders out I feel like I'm Rick trapped in Splatterhouse
Counting money at a mad amount
There's nothing to be sad about