Declanbeyer. - RUSSIAN ROULETTE Lyrics

(Tell 'em bout the "sirchacha" mayo)
Only speak in metaphor
You won't notice when I sneak in past your door
Linkin Park, he hit the floor
Tell me why his ass keep coming back for more
Got formaldehyde tint
Fake f*ck, bought a chain now he can't pay his rent
Claiming that it's money spent
But you broke, and a snitch know he talking to the feds
I beat the motherf*ckin clock
Off silence, 42, I chip the block
And you know this shit don't stop
Russian roulette with these hollow tips hoping my body drop
Drop it on my cock
Flick cigarette, drop the keys in the lot
And he brought a clip and a stock
Hid the rest of the molly inside his sock
Used to siphon gasoline
Speak soft but you know it's for the fiends
Catch me hiding in the trees
Chef cooking beats like methamphetamine
Hide and seek, hidden entities
Crash the whip can't pay no rental fees
Made the plug get on his f*cking knees
Swear to god you won't get shit from me