Vanilla ISIS - Shredders

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