Hyvng Lvrd - Dead Lyrics

I spit on the beat, now it's dead
She ride on my meat, now it's dead
Her knees touch my feet
That be head
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
Bitch
I spit on the beat, now it's dead cos the fire come out through the mouth like it's air
Run from the beast
Feel the fear
I grind on that bitch from the rear
I grind on that bitch from the rear and she telling me "Daddy please pull on my hair"
She wondering why I'm so handsome
I wonder why she never f*cked with a queer
Uh
Bitch, I'm arrogant but in the best way
Bitch, I'm dying, can't you see the decay
Bitch, I'm lying when I say I'm okay
There's no way that I'm gonna see another f*ckin' day
Call me box of matches
All I make is flames
Call me Marilyn Manson
I don't f*ck with you lames
Call me Hyung Lord cos that's my name
When I hit the f*ckin' track all of you rappers be slain
Ay, ay, ay
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
She ride on my meat, now it's dead
Her knees touch my feet
That be head
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
Bitch
I spit on the beat, now it's dead and I'm putting all of you weak rappers to bed
Fukushima disaster
Make waves
Make you dead
Make you wonder how I come out so damn prepared
Bitch I am the motherf*ckin' lord of this shit
Been on since a jit
Killing every beat I touch because I'm god in this bitch
No gods in this bitch
No frauds in this bitch cos the lord ain't ever bowing to another motherf*cker
I ain't bout to be a sucker for a motherf*cker
Lips, they f*ckin' pucker
Should be round the f*ckin' gutter
Drop a boot upon that neck, bitch
Death upon my necklace
Wordplay gonna get me motherf*ckin' cheques, bitch
I'm getting sick of repeating myself
If you don't get the picture you won't get no help
I am the being that "he" talks about
If you don't get the picture, there is no way out
Might be a demon
Still cute when I pout
Might be the reason that you're putting out
Might be the reason that you're full of doubt and I might be the reason that you got no clout
Call me Paul McCartney
I'm a trendsetter
Call me HAARP
I control the f*ckin' weather
Call me Jeffree Star because my brows better
Cheddar to the letter
Gonna get her wetter
Bitch, I'm meta
Uh
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
She ride on my meat, now it's dead
Her knees touch my feet
That be head
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
I spit on the beat, now it's dead
Bitch