The masks we make. by Red Riley Lyrics
(Verse 1, Red.)
He sings well
Even with his king hail headache
Makes the masked fools in the back act all sweaty
Yeah I said it, kill you with a credit or debit card
You’ll really wanna run your tongue across the rhymes like this is usually the time
To blow like ISIS with confetti
Ready steady will he blow up and cover his room with red
As they bled he questions his action like ICE trying to cover up the savage scandal with a strap of tape across a passage, handled
Chitter chatter you bitches shaking like a rattlesnake
How about a cold shake? Chocolate milk can be the flavour
Save your baby from the constant pain of growing up with a father in this rap game, save it for later
(Verse 2, Red.)
Made a skate-wear brand
Check the price-tag motherfucker
You ain’t affording shit
So how bout you sit on cold floors with a box logo
Kanji scrolled down like a note in an envelope slid though your door written down on some paper
Who’s that man with that Metalface
Heard he terrorises sterile piss bitches to remind these fuckers where embarrassed is
Humanitarian bitch he’s just better than everything coming for his mask like a hawking black sparrow
Schooling motherfuckers like jack black’s rap academy
Snipping scissors force you to hide from your vasectomy
Red that businessman while you ain’t never been a man
Driving with a kiddy van
Bitch stand up and be a man
He sings well
Even with his king hail headache
Makes the masked fools in the back act all sweaty
Yeah I said it, kill you with a credit or debit card
You’ll really wanna run your tongue across the rhymes like this is usually the time
To blow like ISIS with confetti
Ready steady will he blow up and cover his room with red
As they bled he questions his action like ICE trying to cover up the savage scandal with a strap of tape across a passage, handled
Chitter chatter you bitches shaking like a rattlesnake
How about a cold shake? Chocolate milk can be the flavour
Save your baby from the constant pain of growing up with a father in this rap game, save it for later
(Verse 2, Red.)
Made a skate-wear brand
Check the price-tag motherfucker
You ain’t affording shit
So how bout you sit on cold floors with a box logo
Kanji scrolled down like a note in an envelope slid though your door written down on some paper
Who’s that man with that Metalface
Heard he terrorises sterile piss bitches to remind these fuckers where embarrassed is
Humanitarian bitch he’s just better than everything coming for his mask like a hawking black sparrow
Schooling motherfuckers like jack black’s rap academy
Snipping scissors force you to hide from your vasectomy
Red that businessman while you ain’t never been a man
Driving with a kiddy van
Bitch stand up and be a man