Top Songs By Daddyphatsnaps
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daddyphatsnaps
Performer
OmarCameUp
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OmarCameUp
Producer
Lyrics
King of the worst shit
Spit in your face that's why I'm the wordsmith
Smithing the verbs
So the King of the Curses
King of the worms
You King on the surface
King of the-
King of the-
King of the-
Whenever your urge hit
That's what you earn
The King of the Hearses
King of the Clowns
You King of the Circus
King of the-
King of the-
King of the-
I should be worshipped. Whoa
Show me your worst hit. Go!
9mm' to a Turret, Oh
Spine chill when the Turret roll
Malevolent Shrine
If you thinking that you can herd the Goat
Heard that you taking the Crown
That's something I've heard before
Grave danger
Pull the chain on your Pace maker
Money talks so I waste paper
I lay to waste if you waste Patience
Blade drawn but I stay stainless
You god hunt but I slay saviors
Bring yo down to Hell place, spacious
We trade blows, then I trade places
That Grave waiting like
Ay, Ay
Tap dance on your grave grave
So sad I can't hold back
They get toe tagged when I
Play, play
Shoulda stayed out the way, way
Now your place it ain't safe, safe
Now your brain on the pavement
Maybe next time you'll do what I say, say
(Say, say, say, say, say)
Dancing all up on your grave
Strength is unmatched I forgot how many fingers I ate
Do what I say, say, say
There's no escape
Leaving Ya' head rolling
I'm sending you straight to the gates
Bitch I'm a demon
Choppin', Cleavin'
Pop it, Bleed em'
You wanna die just give me a reason
You better pray for you life, pleadin'
Bitch I be rollin' the dice, schemin'
I can't fuck with no mice squeaking
You pay the ultimate price in pieces
Sukuna, Sukuna
They strike when it fail it all hukuna
Matata, might hail a hallelujah
No, nada might hail a call to buddha
Wrong way
I might hail a call to Lucifer Judge!
Jury Excutioner blood
Dripping from your Jugular Thug
Bitch I been a Hooligan
All of you scared
You prepare for the future
Well I'm here to tell you
The future is now
All of you talking You grinding your teeth
So it's fair that you Losers got room for the Crown
Every road is a fork that is leading to me
Bitch I'm taking the spoon out your mouth
And I'm hearing you talking
But everything ain't in the key
If your tone off, I'm tuning you out
Land one hit, Land one hit
We can call it quits
Land one hit, Land one hit
You take all of it
Land one hit, Land one hit
You can call me bitch
Land one hit, You ain't shit
Ay, Ay
Tap dance on your grave grave
So sad I can't hold back
They get toe tagged when I
Play, play
Shoulda stayed out the way, way
Now your place it ain't safe, safe
Now your brain on the pavement
Maybe next time you'll do what I say, say
(Say, say, say, say, say)
Dancing all up on your grave
Strength is unmatched I forgot how many fingers I ate
Do what I say, say, say
There's no escape
Leaving Ya' head rolling
I'm sending you straight to the gates
Bitch I'm a demon
Choppin', Cleavin'
Pop it, Bleed em'
You wanna die just give me a reason
You better pray for you life, pleadin'
Bitch I be rollin' the dice, schemin'
I can't fuck with no mice squeaking
You pay the ultimate price in pieces
You wasn't, You wasn't
You wasn't even close
But from a distance some confuse a sheep for goat
Told you that you wasn't
So you testing what I predisposed
Already caught a body in my Mind
I call it Pre-Disposed
I'm bouta, I'm bouta
I'm bouta get the axe
Keep running in the fire
Never met a match
Put you in a bodybag
Ain't the type of life that gets a pension plan
They telling ghost stories
I'm the slenderman
Everybody tough
Well they tough until comparison hit
You pop off Semi-Automatic
Like I carry a switch
I'm talking problematic arrogance, I'm wearing this shit
Feel like drizzy drake of demons out here
Repping the six - six - six
Slap you and embarrass you bitch
Cuz' you be whiffing all your punches
And you swearing it hits
I put a hole inside your abdomen, Ceserian shit
And when I'm done with you I bury the click
Cut the Metronome
All these people tryna tell me what to do
Who the fuck are you?
Tryna tell me, fuck outta here
Writer(s): Leon Young
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