Motorola Phonk '99 E

Santos Santana: I'm the state and you the felony Run up on me pussy, I got homicidal tendencies I feel like Lemmy in the seventies Motorhead, Overkill that's my specialty Keep the mask and the glock, uh Back in the spot passing packs through the block, uh Right on my side See rotating blue lights Matte white, E90 angel eyes I feel like Lemmy in the seventies I feel like Lemmy in the seventies I feel like Lemmy in the seventies Sinizter: It go grat, grat, grat that's my chop talkin Spiked out Gucci Boots when I walk in I'm Goth Stompin Santos, Sinizter be killin' shit like Batman, Robin Use the nine or use the knife bitch I got plenty options Fuck out my face with the fake shit Cuttin' you off with the blade tip Not fuckin' with you bitch I say it Gimme the crown bitch I claim it Know that you wanna be like me No I don't think that is likely Constantly seeing you bite me You cannot see what's inside me