Original God The Killing Of A Sacred Deer Lyrics
The Killing Of A Sacred Deer by Original God
[Intro: Ronny J]
Ronny J, listen up!
[Verse 1: Original God]
Demons dressed as some damn beautiful girls (She won't stop calling me)
Demons set free all over the damn world (They're hunting, crawling free)
She said she swears she different, I've heard it all before
Fast forward a couple of months I'm crying on the floor
First they break your heart
Then you hit restart
It'll hurt a while but each day it gets less hard
I wonder how much longer baby 'til I fall apart
I don't think it matters check my watch bitch now check my scars
First she roll my dope
Then she asks to smoke
I told her hell no
Send her ass back home
Now she's crawling back
Fingers hold the strap
Shoot my fucking brains out, baby, know you're good at that
[Verse 2: Bambi]
If I catch a opp in the radar
My nigga come through and he whip out the AR
Shoutout my young nigga Yac
Sending shots at yo back, lil' boy you can't run far
My niggas started from the bottom, went to the top
Yeah you know that they came far
Used to whip it in the Civic
Shawty told me quit it
Now I'm in the Rover
I took a trip to Kyoto, then whipped 'round the city
Pulled up in the two door
I got yo girl in the passenger
Then I just smash on her
But you don't know tho
White girls doing white girl
They fell in love with the coco
Triple black on her neck
As she go skiing down these slopes
[Verse 3: Phantom Caine]
Dash on your bitch with some guala
I just rolled up with a llama
I can put that on my mama
Then with your girl, she got problems
I fucked the hoe with no condom
I took a trip to Bahamas
I make it drip like a faucet
I eat a bitch like McDonald's
She finna suck on my soul
He don't want beef, we got poles
I make her swallow the load
I give her dick then I go
If she break my heart, I reload
I let my choppa explode
Live up to my name, and go ghost
I kill a bitch on my own
[Outro: Original God]
First she roll my dope
Then she asks to smoke
I told her hell no
Send her ass back home
Now she's crawling back
Fingers hold the strap
Shoot my fucking brains out, baby, know you're good at that
Ronny J, listen up!
[Verse 1: Original God]
Demons dressed as some damn beautiful girls (She won't stop calling me)
Demons set free all over the damn world (They're hunting, crawling free)
She said she swears she different, I've heard it all before
Fast forward a couple of months I'm crying on the floor
First they break your heart
Then you hit restart
It'll hurt a while but each day it gets less hard
I wonder how much longer baby 'til I fall apart
I don't think it matters check my watch bitch now check my scars
First she roll my dope
Then she asks to smoke
I told her hell no
Send her ass back home
Now she's crawling back
Fingers hold the strap
Shoot my fucking brains out, baby, know you're good at that
[Verse 2: Bambi]
If I catch a opp in the radar
My nigga come through and he whip out the AR
Shoutout my young nigga Yac
Sending shots at yo back, lil' boy you can't run far
My niggas started from the bottom, went to the top
Yeah you know that they came far
Used to whip it in the Civic
Shawty told me quit it
Now I'm in the Rover
I took a trip to Kyoto, then whipped 'round the city
Pulled up in the two door
I got yo girl in the passenger
Then I just smash on her
But you don't know tho
White girls doing white girl
They fell in love with the coco
Triple black on her neck
As she go skiing down these slopes
[Verse 3: Phantom Caine]
Dash on your bitch with some guala
I just rolled up with a llama
I can put that on my mama
Then with your girl, she got problems
I fucked the hoe with no condom
I took a trip to Bahamas
I make it drip like a faucet
I eat a bitch like McDonald's
She finna suck on my soul
He don't want beef, we got poles
I make her swallow the load
I give her dick then I go
If she break my heart, I reload
I let my choppa explode
Live up to my name, and go ghost
I kill a bitch on my own
[Outro: Original God]
First she roll my dope
Then she asks to smoke
I told her hell no
Send her ass back home
Now she's crawling back
Fingers hold the strap
Shoot my fucking brains out, baby, know you're good at that