Soul Stainer

(Jah Eddy is ready bro) Real soul stainer, knock 'em off of his axis I ain't giving none of these niggas no passes My foot on they necks, and i'm still on they asses Bro having that Za, and this shit is the gassest I don't want talk, ain't feeling the masses Just know if I preach it, I certainly practice I talk hella shit, 'cause I know I could back it The bitch I f*ck classy, bougie, and she ratchet Probably influenced by Megan, but she ain't a stallion West Indian Heritage, mixed with Italian Yeah shawty the baddest, out ten she a thousand F*ck like i'ma animal, showing my talent Huh i'm getting it in, like if I got something to prove to her Hold that thought, I ain't loose to her But still a loose screw, I might shoot to her Boom Bow, if I up I don't miss Go 'head try and run, I bet i'ma still hit That make it mo' fun, chase down with a stick Brrtt Bah, when I stand over jit Knock out his brain matter up out of his head, it leak on the pavement, I'm making a mess I do what I do, and I do it the best When the police on scene, they just scratch at they head Don't know where to start, or who even to guess No motive, no weapon, and no suspect They could ping my phone, I was at my address All black fit, and black hammer I dressed Hell yeah, we gon' leave something stretch And I bet on my aim, they won't make no arrests You know how we coming, you know how we get Soul Stainer take out from his chest I'm fucking this bitch like a bear, until I bust hold up, hold up Yeah smacking her ass and pulling all on her hair, she love my touch hold up I'm not a average nigga she know an acknowledge, i'm rare as plush yeah I whisper a whole lot of sweet nothings in her ear, still making her blush yeah God damn i'm not a normal nigga, during Post Nut Clarity murder be on my mind And the shit happen damn near every time But f*ck it, i'm still on my grind Ain't nothing gon' stop me, or waste none my time Still riding the O, by lonely with iron I'm busting yo' head, 'fore I let you bust mine Real soul stainer, knock 'em off of his axis I ain't giving none of these niggas no passes My foot on they necks, and i'm still on they asses Bro having that Za, and this shit is the gassest I don't want talk, ain't feeling the masses Just know if I preach it, I certainly practice I talk hella shit, 'cause I know I could back it The bitch I f*ck classy, bougie, and she ratchet Probably influenced by Megan, but she ain't a stallion West Indian Heritage, mixed with Italian Yeah shawty the baddest, out ten she a thousand F*ck like i'ma animal, showing my talent Huh i'm getting it in, like if I got something to prove to her Hold that thought, I ain't loose to her But still a loose screw, I might shoot to her Yeah i'ma-i'ma real-i'ma real Soul Stainer Soul Snatcher, Soul Steeler whatever you want to call it Yeah it's a skull on my lighter leash, you know how we coming