City Morgue – SPLINTER lyrics

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, huh, oh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah!

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I'm a rat killer, Shredder, the Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Uh-huh)
Rat killer, Shredder, the Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Haha)

[Post-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Show your niggas chickens but ain't mothafuckin' cluckin' (Haha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em (What?)
Show your niggas chickens but ain't mothafuckin' cluckin' (Yeah)

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Go apeshit, I shoot up your house, I do not party (Okay)
Doot-doot-doot, like we playin' Baby Sharkie (Wassup?)
Search yo' dead body, take the car keys off car keys (Huh?)
I'm speedin' out yo' driveway, bottom ocean where I'm parkin' (Haha)

[Bridge: ZillaKami]
Rat killer, hunnid dollar the billa (What?)
Pull up at yo' crib and delete you 'cause I'm a sinner (What?)
Rat killer, take yo' family witcha (What?)
Make 'em all fight to death and then kill the winner (Okay)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
You better duck-duck like we playin' Duck Hunt (Boom-boom)
You get your lung punched, tell me when the fun's up (Fuck outta here)
I got my pump pumped right up in the front-front (Skrrt)
Leave you slump-slumped, talkin' like some blunt dust (Boom-boom)
Heard you big homie but you pussy (Fuck outta here)
You ain't callin' shots on your block, you a rookie (No-no)
I'm cookin' crack rock to a cookie (Work)
[?] bunkers on my sleeve like I wiped a boogie (Splash)

[Pre-Chorus: SosMula & ZillaKami]
I'm a rat killer (Boom), heard you a Master Splinter (Work)
Somebody gotta pay to put your face up in a blender (Bitch)
I'm a crack dealer (Mula) servin' your lil' sister (Work)
Use your mothafuckin' bladder if I wanna paint a picture (Yeah, Sleezy)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I'm a rat killer, Shredder, the Master Splinter (Okay)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Uh-huh)
Rat killer, Shredder, the Master Splinter (Huh?)
Glock paint pictures, bloody up mall centers (Haha)

[Post-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em? (What?)
Show your niggas chickens but ain't mothafuckin' clucking (Haha)
Oh, so you got chains and you tuck 'em? (What?)
Show your niggas chickens but ain't mothafuckin' clucking (Yeah)