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47WA Video (MV)




Performed By: SKELLA ATWA
Length: 4:51
Written by: Jacob Sleiman
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SKELLA ATWA - 47WA Lyrics




He's lurking through the shadows and loose on the street, menacing
Thinking of his next victim, and where to bury the skeleton
They're frying up the beef, while I'm preparing the venison
They're sucking on my dick, just trying to stroke a comparison
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine
Can't slow me homie, swallow the sedatives
I'm a motherf*ckin' felon threatening to bring Armageddon
Blessed by his demons, I've risen with a deadly weapon
I've got finger lickin' precision, my trigger's clicking the quickest
Couldn't find a cunt who could ever envision my rhythms
I've got bitches lickin' their lips, got them drippin' - swinging their hips
Any bet I'm bout to f*ck 'em like a rotisserie chicken
I've got ten Lebs in a Benz truck
Put your hands together and get your prayers up
This is total war, cuzzy, better follow protocol
You're a dead cunt, gonna end up with your head stumped

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Can I be number one rapping three-four
Homonyms forming in similes or
Can I be number one if I'm 5'6"
And falsifying the size of my dick
This five-foot Titan's living at large
And when you plug him in and listen him he's in charge
Fueled by sex, murder and cars, gold leaf cigars
Make you take a bath with wrist scars
Cuzzy I'm ice cold, bald-headed spinal column folder
Stone Cold SKELLA stun you into a coma
F*ck around and get smoked, choked, blood-soaked
Hear my trunk rattling but my stereo's broke
Kickback chat with the lads, cuz
Click-clack with the gat from the Mazda
Who knew an SP25 GT '16
Could ever make bodies roll like a Panzer

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Got motherf*ckin' Instagram bitches that wanna squat on my stiffy
She eating Paleo, but she gonna banana splits me
Catching feelings coming, like karma trying to kiss me
But she's done after she hummuna-hummana with me
Watch me ghost swiftly, while the bitch is still limping
See my face fly behind the wheel of a six speed
Knew giving my number would be risky
Honey you know I just wanted pics, now you're asking for rings, please.
This is Stone Cold SKELLA 3:16
Stunning all these bitches for a Stella and a whiskey
But they're still thirsty, all these pretty bitches used to curse me
Now they're all tryn'a fit into my Year 12 jersey
Dumb cunts wanna VS me, the Hitman with his words
Shorty Agent 47 murders verbally
Better run and panic, he's on a polysyllabic murder spree
And none of the bodies were found, so don't f*ck around, bro

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
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He's lurking through the shadows and loose on the street, menacing
Thinking of his next victim, and where to bury the skeleton
They're frying up the beef, while I'm preparing the venison
They're sucking on my dick, just trying to stroke a comparison
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine
Can't slow me homie, swallow the sedatives
I'm a motherf*ckin' felon threatening to bring Armageddon
Blessed by his demons, I've risen with a deadly weapon
I've got finger lickin' precision, my trigger's clicking the quickest
Couldn't find a cunt who could ever envision my rhythms
I've got bitches lickin' their lips, got them drippin' - swinging their hips
Any bet I'm bout to f*ck 'em like a rotisserie chicken
I've got ten Lebs in a Benz truck
Put your hands together and get your prayers up
This is total war, cuzzy, better follow protocol
You're a dead cunt, gonna end up with your head stumped

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Can I be number one rapping three-four
Homonyms forming in similes or
Can I be number one if I'm 5'6"
And falsifying the size of my dick
This five-foot Titan's living at large
And when you plug him in and listen him he's in charge
Fueled by sex, murder and cars, gold leaf cigars
Make you take a bath with wrist scars
Cuzzy I'm ice cold, bald-headed spinal column folder
Stone Cold SKELLA stun you into a coma
F*ck around and get smoked, choked, blood-soaked
Hear my trunk rattling but my stereo's broke
Kickback chat with the lads, cuz
Click-clack with the gat from the Mazda
Who knew an SP25 GT '16
Could ever make bodies roll like a Panzer

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Got motherf*ckin' Instagram bitches that wanna squat on my stiffy
She eating Paleo, but she gonna banana splits me
Catching feelings coming, like karma trying to kiss me
But she's done after she hummuna-hummana with me
Watch me ghost swiftly, while the bitch is still limping
See my face fly behind the wheel of a six speed
Knew giving my number would be risky
Honey you know I just wanted pics, now you're asking for rings, please.
This is Stone Cold SKELLA 3:16
Stunning all these bitches for a Stella and a whiskey
But they're still thirsty, all these pretty bitches used to curse me
Now they're all tryn'a fit into my Year 12 jersey
Dumb cunts wanna VS me, the Hitman with his words
Shorty Agent 47 murders verbally
Better run and panic, he's on a polysyllabic murder spree
And none of the bodies were found, so don't f*ck around, bro

Ooh ATWA he's the two-K king
Run slow, one road not a two-way thing
Put the crown down now or the mood's they swing
Uppercut up in your mouth, cunt's too crazy

You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides
You better prove to me that I'm not the best alive
Cause everyone will scream my name for the rest of time
Wanna f*ck with me - better come anaesthetised
Because I only give the comfort that death provides

Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
Bow down - don't drown
Bloodshed - hot lead
Click-clack - Bang
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Writer: Jacob Sleiman
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