Task Force

[Prompto:]
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Acting like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman, huh

[Downfvll:]
Bitch, I'm winning, got the high ground, huh
Chop your legs off, we got a man down, huh
Bitches never knew my name and now I stand out
In the standoff, bitch, I'm Michael, I don't stand down (Ya-ya)

I got these fantasies of violence in my fucking brain
Anxiety inside my head, I need a fucking break
I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain
I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again

I hit you without even trying, ain't no lucky shot (Nah)
Bitch, look at me I'm in the shadow like a sunny spot (Hah)
I feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts
You feel your bitch in love with you, but she a bloody thot, ye

There's so many fuckers, I could see be trapped inside my basement
You say I'm a psycho, that's a fucking understatement
Head in the clouds, now I fancy myself a spaceman
My demons want a bloodshed, they say I'm their monster spokesman

Shit, I don't need you or my friends anymore
I wanna tear that bitch a new one, don't know what I'm spending money for (Yeah)
Starting to feel like Torso bitch, 'cause I've been fucking obsessed with a bitch
Starting to feel like Ezio bitch, talk about my bitch, I wonder which

[Prompto:]
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Acting like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman

[Sugs:]
Bitch, I got you on the low ground
Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out
A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw shit it's awful
I talk a lot 'cause my dollers up and yo dough down

Yo wait, how you do that right there? Fucking up my whole day?
I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face
Feel it in the night air, fucking with the wrong mayn
Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again

I don't love a salty kid
Open ya wounds hoe, 'cause I'm gon' pour the salt right in it
Fuck up out my way, keep my strains in a fuckin ziplock
See you lates, switching lanes, while you stuck in motherfucking gridlock

Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star
Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster
Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter
It won't break 'cause I'm made of diamonds, you made of chalk dust

Indirect contact, transmitting virus
What they say? Got milk? Fuck that, got blood?
Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun
Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush

[Prompto:]
Stop (Yeah)
Wait a second, let me check the time
Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch (Damn)
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same, but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Acting like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah, my words, they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman