Abattoir,
snow in the house, gangsta
Abattoir, I kill em all
Yeah, Abattoir,
snow in the house, gangsta
Abattoir, man I kill em all
Abattoir,
snow in the house, gangsta
Abattoir, I kill em all
Yeah, Abattoir,
snow in the house,
gangsta Abattoir,
man I kill em all
I see a bunch of pieces,
you bound down to me I'm an oval,
I'm a cold story of tabloids,
include that in your novel
I told you I'ma come around,
you walk your pet up in an oval Is that setup mediocre?
Cause I'm fed up when it's over
I make your brain pop in two seconds,
feed you up to the ghosts Your remaining's in a chewler,
stack your livers in a roller
My human being parasites and it brought it
back to Madonna Your brain divided in half,
delivered to cyclone
And you can never picture yourself in my shoes,
I'm enormous to the image
Steroids and extra prayer,
I'll get you in full-mass gymming
You never been this ready before,
you a virgin to women
I sold a soul to ritual, I'll to ego
When I was saying,
I breathed out your aura and your demons that I hid in
So you understand I'm accountable for all the damages in them
I was appointed,
I'm a goddess,
I'll skin you alive
A death that I built to alive,
you open your eyes
I'm a spirit, a demon surrounding your mind
Abattoir,
snow in the house,
gangsta Abattoir,
I kill em all
Abattoir,
snow in the house,
gangsta Abattoir,
man I kill em all
Abattoir,
snow in the house,
gangsta Abattoir,
I kill em all
Abattoir,
snow in the house,
gangsta Abattoir,
man I kill em all
I murdered a hundred of your followers,
you follow me?
And still you haven't learned the * I do on beats?
It's possessive but you ain't qualified to be me
Terrorized by your people but nah you could be dead meat
I squash you with the palm of my hand,
so I *** the head
Squeeze your sky loud until you lose a gland,
heaven sent
I keep your pancreas in briefcase, cheapskate
Get it killed by your bitch,
that's no manhood,
that's disgrace
If you the father of all fathers of womb bath
Then why your * ain't popping harder than balls in my cold wraps
You talk a lot but you an exercise of blackmail
Black man that can handle a chick's verse in two hands
Stab you to death then I stop your blood circulation
Shaking on the floor like a Christian catching manifestation
I lost my calculations, how many too many gone?
How bad is it when I got ammunition for millions?
Abattoir,
snow the house gangsta Abattoir,
man I kill em all