SKEET MODE by Grim Salvo Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
This, this, it's like this
Are you fucking ready?
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
Immn'a fuckin' bury you, dude!
Oh!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Verse 1]
I don’t speak too much
I’m the quiet type
But come to one of my shows and imma show you what a riot like
Motherfucker, yeah I’m down to die tonight
Sipping cyanide
Me and my demons seeing eye to eye
I try and try but fuck it
I kick the bucket
Switchblade, I tuck it
The blood get all on my knuckles
I fucking love it
My stomach, it fucking rumbles
I’m on a budget
I’m hungry
I don’t want trouble, but bitch I’m hunting
Better run, better get to covеr quick
I’m coming for that cashflow
Any motherfucker can get it
Yеah, I’m an asshole
No better place than on the run
I’m feeling like I’m Rambo
Grabbing the machete from my hip
I’m out of ammo
Grab, hold ya neck and bitch I squeeze until your head pop
Dark web files encrypted inside my desktop
Motherfuckers itching to get in my fucking head
Stop a motherfucking bullet before I would ever let y’all
[Chorus]
Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
It’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
Saint drug
[Verse 2]
Slipping in the paint
Sorrow face, no sticky
You wonder where the heat is
I got plenty don’t be picky
Don’t act so defeated
Drink some liquor
You look sicky
Gimme a reason to flip a bitch like SSX Tricky
Battle axe, heart attack when I’m bugging
Corpse paint granny on my dick mean mugging
Please cousin
I don’t need the grief
No luggage
No baggage
Stay back
Stay mad
We buzzing
Keep scrubbing
Coughing off the wicked, I’ve had visions
Way beyond depiction in the written
I’ve had family turn on me
Fuckin up the mission thinking that we’re different
Why you causing friction
I’m spliffing in the fetal position
[Bridge]
OH
We buzzing
Fuck with all the ruckus
Got the lame brains clucking
I don’t think you’re paid
I really think you straight bluffing
Know we’re headed to heavens
But it don’t change nothing
What the fuck
[Chorus]
Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
It’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
(And the sauce on the side)
(With the what, and the fries, and the-)
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
Yeah
This, this, it's like this
Are you fucking ready?
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
Immn'a fuckin' bury you, dude!
Oh!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Verse 1]
I don’t speak too much
I’m the quiet type
But come to one of my shows and imma show you what a riot like
Motherfucker, yeah I’m down to die tonight
Sipping cyanide
Me and my demons seeing eye to eye
I try and try but fuck it
I kick the bucket
Switchblade, I tuck it
The blood get all on my knuckles
I fucking love it
My stomach, it fucking rumbles
I’m on a budget
I’m hungry
I don’t want trouble, but bitch I’m hunting
Better run, better get to covеr quick
I’m coming for that cashflow
Any motherfucker can get it
Yеah, I’m an asshole
No better place than on the run
I’m feeling like I’m Rambo
Grabbing the machete from my hip
I’m out of ammo
Grab, hold ya neck and bitch I squeeze until your head pop
Dark web files encrypted inside my desktop
Motherfuckers itching to get in my fucking head
Stop a motherfucking bullet before I would ever let y’all
[Chorus]
Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
It’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
Saint drug
[Verse 2]
Slipping in the paint
Sorrow face, no sticky
You wonder where the heat is
I got plenty don’t be picky
Don’t act so defeated
Drink some liquor
You look sicky
Gimme a reason to flip a bitch like SSX Tricky
Battle axe, heart attack when I’m bugging
Corpse paint granny on my dick mean mugging
Please cousin
I don’t need the grief
No luggage
No baggage
Stay back
Stay mad
We buzzing
Keep scrubbing
Coughing off the wicked, I’ve had visions
Way beyond depiction in the written
I’ve had family turn on me
Fuckin up the mission thinking that we’re different
Why you causing friction
I’m spliffing in the fetal position
[Bridge]
OH
We buzzing
Fuck with all the ruckus
Got the lame brains clucking
I don’t think you’re paid
I really think you straight bluffing
Know we’re headed to heavens
But it don’t change nothing
What the fuck
[Chorus]
Bitch it’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
It’s all your fault
Don’t be pathetic
I’m a geek, I’m a freak, I’m a menace
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese, no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us
(And the sauce on the side)
(With the what, and the fries, and the-)
Flip the beef in the street
No cheese no lettuce
We could really make it better if you let us