SCRIPTZ, Jon T - PALE HORSE

Heart piercer with a blade and a figure
Rickenback the bass you can tell right when I enter
I'm a chemical the fiend who's of November
I'm arming up these catapults, marked till you surrender
Shoot your knees' give me S+ VVS leash
Wrap it around your neck and let those diamonds crucifix bleed
I'm pegging in the stigmata, wrap you in that packing tape
Can't contain it can't afford I'm dexter only eat the wreaths
Celebrate your canon I'm like Ganon got your bitch
Fucking on the beach, take hеr away to kingdom east
Wet katana lay flat cuz I got the tеch 9 for his teeth
And now you see him like the sandman on one hunting in this dream

Shoot shoot stain the wall with smoking barrel
Im swaggin head to toe my payment spent on pradapparel
I throw a sentiment to rappers that I carol
Repeating the flows, meeting the hoes, smoking the Oz I don't care-oh
Swanging the blade music sends me sky high getting paid
I dont think you want bad-side when it's getting late
Under moonlight I might give your blood a Scriptz saliva taste
Half monster creepin in your head, sippin on Alize
Dont you think you want to do it in a jet corvette convertible
Can I wetten these corsets and now we're moving vertical
I plead some shit, you get upset and now we're thinking outta bowl
Throw you in the trunk, call it dunk - three pointer for her soul