Skittlez - Lightning lyrics

[Intro] Eyo mothaf**as' Step it off [Verse 1: John Kon] Have you ever tasted the blood of an innocent? Its sort of tangy and sweet but also the bitterest My names Menime, my blades name is Angelica Together we saw bodies in half to put on our walls as replicas Doin it whenever we feel like it, torturing victims til the pain registers Angelica doesn't like mess so I freeze the bodies under zero below temperatures Clean her every morning, her metallic curves smellin better then fresheners Her jagged edges make my mouth water, we're the bonnie and clyde version of predators I love it when she cuts into your skin, this week she has a date with the senator Can't wait to see his fluids stainin her frame, I jack off to this on a regular Juggling his head and the arm she severed while talkin thru a cellular Boilin his eyeballs to eat on the side of my cereal for breakfast Spilled his intestines on the floor now I got this black stuff all over my necklace Angelica gets mad and cuts my finger OFF for being so reckless [Hook x3] We as fast as lightning Our words are frighting Our crew be smiting [Verse 2: V.C] In 3rd grade I knew I was straight f**ed b**hes on the daily and I smoked purple haze Yeah I was a bada** lil n***a Pullin them triggas and stacking them figgas My pockets got bigga and my rhymes got illa All k**a no filla, n***a finna make a milla All dilla no k**a, finna rap trilla J dilla notorious bigga, raised to be the illest Illmatic no static, I was on every hit list I spit the pimp sh** joined the illuminati, but I don't f** with Limp Bizkit Man, f** Fred Durst, I chill with Shawn Carter, Migos, Bi and Lil Durk I've got exquisite tastes Cum on her face while I'm sippin the Ace Girls bums on my face ever since I was selling that base Get to home plate listening to Drake by the fireplace I'm the same thug selling the crack rock decked out in jays [Hook] [Verse 3: Skittlez] We're as fast as lightning and my words are igniting Don't think they're inviting or things are gonna get exciting I spit my own sh** like i do on Fridays sh**ting on the highway and driving sideways My lyrical level isn't ready for the world my words are to intricate After infinite watch the immigrants be descendant For my certificate illiterate imprisonment legitimate Want to watch me form wordplay In a birdcage on my birthday More angry than a volcano mixed with an earthquake in a hurricane Flying mermaids My alter ego is Fume Thug Born in an operating room hooked on a hallucinogenic drug They say i'm a lyricist that speaks gibberish and i'm serious The Illest Villanous Wickedest sh** spitter Saw a b**h k**ed her with a television transmitter and did her [Hook]