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Pranav.Wav - Kill The Elephant In The Room lyrics

Artist: Pranav.Wav

album: Kill The Elephant In The Room


Are you fucking kidding me
Where the fuck is you at
That boy dead as fuck
Most of them pretend to be friends of me
Call me fam but you ain't no friend of me
Tranquilize the elephant in the room with some ketamine
Sensing my senses stimulated methamphetamine
If I don't fuck with them I'll tell them I don't fuck with them
I don't like how people try and run my shit, I run it then
Grab him by the face pull my knife and I rub it in
Fuck it, imma kill the elephant
Drum sticks on the drum, drumming like a drummer boy
Dumb dick watch where you step imma hunt you boy
Honestly, walking bout wobbly
Lost all my modesty, audibly
Watch how you talk to me
Not always but commonly, fuck an apology
Couldn't give a fuck, if you are not fond of me
God fuckin damnit, pick up the fucking phone
Track him by a phone call and I found his digits
Spun that boy on a noose like that boy a fidget
Spinner, fuck with me and fuck with killers
Like at the dentist we gone pull up with the drillers
Folded on the mob so we don't fuck with you
Talkin out your ass so we gone have issues
Find where you live and fold you like a tissue
You was never day one who the fuck is you
I ain't got the ketamine but imma kill the elephant
Make sure my testament resonate with the desolate
Raise hell for the hell of it
Where the fuck your manners
Clean yo blood up and show me your etiquette
Run up with you gun or you won't see yo son again
Go back to sleep so you get to see the fuckin sun again
I'll catch a body if it walk up on me
Got a trigger finger with a semi on me
What, the fuck do you mean
Fuck with the team and get fucked by the beam
Your girl just like me with the way that she scream
Fuck a washing machine, you gone drown in a stream
You gone fuckin die today fuck wit my bros
Money over bitches, never fold for a hoe
Track down yo block and kick in the door
Fuck is he at, I'm killing that whore
Track him by a phone call and I found his digits
Spun that boy on a noose like that boy a fidget
Spinner, fuck with me and fuck with killers
Like at the dentist we gone pull up with the drillers
Folded on the mob so we don't fuck with you
Talkin out your ass so we boutta have issues
Find where you live and fold you like a tissue
You was never a day one who the fuck is you

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