I spit razor blades, shred the beat into confetti,

Your bars anorexic, my shit too heavy.

Sick in the head — yeah, the meds couldn’t save me,

Flow like crack, straight out the eighties.

Gifted with the curse, every chorus reimburse it,

Make the crowd bow down when they see me — worship.

High heels sharper than a guillotine blade,

Body any rap bitch — verses versus, get slayed.

Mind like a weapon, cock back and I aim,

Spray syllables sick, leave casualties maimed.

Victims dead on arrival — DOA,

Hashtag “thoughts and prayers,” post it same day.

I don’t throw shade — I eclipse when I slide,

This war is couture, and you're dressed to die

Body stiff, closed casket. Bitch asked for it.

Left her verse in the hearse — Last word Mine

I keep that blade waistline —

When I, when I

Walk in like the front line —

pass em in the breadline

when i, when i

whip around the coastline

when i, when i

When I, when I

Erase your whole bloodline —

When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,

Runways or run-ins, I’m dressed for both,

Velvet gloves on, but I still cut throats.

Vintage Chanel, with a switch in the sleeve,

Smile in Dior, step in Jimmy Choo — High fashion

Look at me wrong I'll turn the Met Gala to a shootout,

I reach when you freeze up,

Sydney Sweeny catching strays

Cause you had some shit to say.

Strike a pose as I’m lining up targets,

Smiling sweet, but the mindset’s carnage.

Thug in a gown — don’t mistake the decor,

Suge Knight in stilettos — Red soles, real gore

Paparazzi be catching me with your man,

Make him pose — hand on my ass for the cam.

He eatin’ me up, then he kissin’ your face,

Same day — now go wipe off the taste.

I keep that blade waistline —

When I, when I

Walk in like the front line —

pass em in the breadline

when i, when i

whip around the coastline

when i, when i

When I, when I

Erase your whole bloodline —

When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,

Want mercy, all I got is merch

Here's a tee shirt — hope it fits over the hurt.

Limited edition — no refunds, no love,

Thread count high — like the body count was.

Show caution -- This warning --

Take a soft approach, head down, eyes low.

Your man eating it, you can eat it too --

ménage à trois Queening on the both of you

Hook / Chorus – 2x]

I keep that blade waistline —

When I, when I

Walk in like the front line —

pass em in the breadline

when i, when i

whip around the coastline

when i, when i

When I, when I

Erase your whole bloodline —

When I, when I

Dot your eyes when I cross these lines,