[Verse 1 —] I spit razor blades, shred the beat into confetti, Your bars anorexic, my shit too heavy. Sick in the head — yeah, the meds couldn’t save me, Flow like crack, straight out the eighties. Gifted with the curse, every chorus reimburse it, Make the crowd bow down when they see me — worship. High heels sharper than a guillotine blade, Body any rap bitch — verses versus, get slayed. Mind like a weapon, cock back and I aim, Spray syllables sick, leave casualties maimed. Victims dead on arrival — DOA, Hashtag “thoughts and prayers,” post it same day. I don’t throw shade — I eclipse when I slide, This war is couture, and you're dressed to die Body stiff, closed casket. Bitch asked for it. Left her verse in the hearse — Last word Mine [interlude] [beats] [Hook / Chorus – 2x] I keep that blade waistline — When I, when I Walk in like the front line — pass em in the breadline when i, when i whip around the coastline when i, when i When I, when I Erase your whole bloodline — When I, when I Dot your eyes when I cross these lines, [verse] Runways or run-ins, I’m dressed for both, Velvet gloves on, but I still cut throats. Vintage Chanel, with a switch in the sleeve, Smile in Dior, step in Jimmy Choo — High fashion Look at me wrong I'll turn the Met Gala to a shootout, I reach when you freeze up, Sydney Sweeny catching strays Cause you had some shit to say. Strike a pose as I’m lining up targets, Smiling sweet, but the mindset’s carnage. Thug in a gown — don’t mistake the decor, Suge Knight in stilettos — Red soles, real gore Paparazzi be catching me with your man, Make him pose — hand on my ass for the cam. He eatin’ me up, then he kissin’ your face, Same day — now go wipe off the taste. [Hook / Chorus – 2x] I keep that blade waistline — When I, when I Walk in like the front line — pass em in the breadline when i, when i whip around the coastline when i, when i When I, when I Erase your whole bloodline — When I, when I Dot your eyes when I cross these lines, [bridge] Want mercy, all I got is merch Here's a tee shirt — hope it fits over the hurt. Limited edition — no refunds, no love, Thread count high — like the body count was. Show caution -- This warning -- Take a soft approach, head down, eyes low. Your man eating it, you can eat it too -- ménage à trois Queening on the both of you Hook / Chorus – 2x] I keep that blade waistline — When I, when I Walk in like the front line — pass em in the breadline when i, when i whip around the coastline when i, when i When I, when I Erase your whole bloodline — When I, when I Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,
