Off the Wall!

[Intro: Corey Taylor (Sample) & $ki Mask "The Slump God"] Since you never gave a damn in the first place Cigarettes, haha Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved Off the pink, off the drink And the verdict is guilty Man nearly kill- Ayy, ayy, ayy, ohh, huh Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm wilin'!), huh I don't got on Vans (I don't got 'em) But bitch, I'm off the wall (I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm, huh), huh I don't got on Vans, but bitch, I'm off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I'm hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy (Ayy) My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I'm hot like a comet (Ayy) [Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] When I di-di-di-di-di-dick that bitch And she see Jesus on some rapture shit Throw my balls at her Pokémon Ash Ketchum shit 'Cause I'm fly like a newborn baby wombat wing Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat team I want some head, I'm thinkin' how zombies think Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday Tell these pussy rappers that it's time to vacay Rob yo' lady Told her put her hands up high in the air Like she 'bout to hit the Nae Nae They say I'm cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray Can't control the nigga like we shootin' from the AK But I kill these rappers I’m a walking, breathing payday Hot, but I swag, still nigga got the Ray Rays Get away, get away, get away, get away Better do you or do way way, fade away You sippin' Haterade, I'm sippin' Gatorade With the lean in it and I call it the fadeaway Ayy, I'm so toxic, frog, hop up on my dick I think I'm a pilot, 'cause she in my cockpit Plumber, uh, pipe it Get face like I Skyped it Did her A$AP like Rocky Rockin' in my motherfuckin' Rockin' rockin' in my motherfuckin' [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm wilin'!), huh I don't got on Vans (I don't got 'em) But bitch, I'm off the wall (I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm, huh), huh I don't got on Vans, but bitch, I'm off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I'm hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit (Ayy) I'm hot like a comet (Ayy) [Verse 2: XXXTENTACION] When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that bitch (Huh) I'ma make that booty jiggle like some kick back, bitch (Huh) She gon' rub my Dragon Balls (Huh), let her make one wish, what is that? She just wanna take the young dagger dick Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (Huh?) Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Huh?) She off the Molly, she wanna take seven dick (Ayy!) Body to body, it's MC dagger, bitch (Ayy!) Think that I'm Illuminati because I got money, bitch Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J (Huh) Bitch, I hit it first, on my weenie, hit the nae-nae (Huh) Coming in hot like a missile, pussy, hey bae (Huh) Falcon punch that nigga, make 'em up, up, and away, ayy (Ayy!) Watch this, uppercut; Super Smash Melee (Ayy-ayy) I just made her spin on my dick like a Beyblade (Ooh) I'm green like a spinach, I don't know you, then it's pay,-ayy! (Ooh) Hummanah hummana, back fist, out my way, ayy (Ayy!) No Chris Brown (Oh), fuck her, make her look at me now (Wet) When I'm in the pussy, say "Ow!" You got no etiquette, just beginnin' like Genesis Can you give me a rapper that I'm not better than, mmph? (Ayy!) Revenge jeans, I think I might OD on sauce, I don't rock Supreme Suck my dick, Squidward's clarinet Brought to life like I’m Evanescence, wanna wake W-w-wake, w-w-w-wake, okay, like Big black, (Black) dick in your mama mouth Pull it back, push her whole wig back (Wig) Tic, tac, your breath really P-U Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac (Stank) Big pump, Cobain, Cobain Leave a pussy nigga with no brain, okay (Blaow) Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him "Ole" I'ma pull that pistol, make 'em Mr. Noodle, ayy! [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God] I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm wilin'!), huh I don't got on Vans (I don't got 'em) But bitch, I'm off the wall (I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't) Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh 'Cause I'm wildin' out ('Cause I'm, huh), huh I don't got on Vans, but bitch, I'm off the wall I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I'm hot like a comet Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker Fuck on your mommy My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit I'm hot like a comet (Ayy!)