Vanilla ISIS

Yeah
Uh, everybody shut up
Everybody can hit the floor
Now I’m wavin' a gun
Now I’m leavin' with every wallet and watch in the room
Now I’m leavin' a trail of wallets and watchin' these puppies fetch
No more than to annoy
Pulp Fic’n 'em
Pickin' 'em out they void
Destroy
Or leave 'em feelin' lucky they fuckin' breathin'
Either way I’mma carpe in your DM’s
Still passin' out plans
No passes
Still laughin' at smashin' that like button
Still steppin' on nothin' but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
Whoa, it’s a whole fuckin' thing
Type of fear the alt-right finds comforting
Yeah, it’s a whole ducking thing
«Libtard cuck!» yells the Proud Boy puppeting
Somebody feed the dogs red meat
Yeah, clean the plate, boss
Bed sheets stained with the Pizza-Gate sauce
Head Piece cut from the same exact cloth
Yeah, tell 'em I destroy
You boys got as much flavor as a lime La Croix
Stylish as a New Balance 574
Looking hella sporty, Morty — hate to sell ya short
Live at the appellate court
Voldemort and Skeletor yelling at the void
And their boys on the message board
Should have told ‘em how less is more
(God damn it, jack em!)
Still passin' out plans
No passes
Still laughin' at smashin' that like button
Still steppin' on nothin' but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
P.O. Stef, the C-Lo ref
Trip 6 for the wins call me Baphomet
An' hail skatin', yeah, inhale Satan
Exhale faded, next hell waitin'
Why not (uh!)
But ask dad tho
Just a tinchy black hole, don’t recommend
It’s stupid easy to get sucked in though
It’s kinda dumb to tell 'em ask a friend
Still passin' out plans
No passes
Still laughin' at smashin' that like button
Still steppin' on nothin' but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
I destroy
I destroy