Hell in a Cell versuri

Hell in a Cell lyrics by Ski Mask the Slump God

Intro
Aye, aye, sit down, Ski, Ski

Verse 1
I got some dope, that’s hard to get, like the Da Vinci code
Kicking harder than heroin, yeah, flamingo mode
I hop up in your bitch, like, „Where the fuck my feelings go?”
I hop up in the whip, like, „Where the fuck the ceilings go?”
Back up, 2014, I was collecting souls
Stick with that metal, like my body just turned magnetical
‘Cause if I slide with that kettle, then I’ma let it blow
Feel like Steve Austin, how I’m still cold up in the summer, so

Bridge
This the motherfucking children of the corn
I got a blade, it’s not a statement, it’s a warning
I said, „I’m gone with the wind, I’m in the forest”
Four door Tauris, your body stolen
She call me the blade, that’s just for intercourse
I cast a spell on that bitch, a rigor mortis
She give me slow head, resemble a tortoise
Had better days used to flying like a lotus

Chorus
What would you do for some money?
I live my life by the Newport
No one can tell, that I’ll never fail
I feel like I’m Kane, bitch, hell in a cell
What would you do for some money?
I live my life by the Newport
No one can tell, that I’ll never fail
I feel like I’m Kane, bitch, hell in a cell
Hell in a cell
Hell in a cell (Aye, aye)
Hell in a cell
Hell in a cell (Aye)

Verse 2
Come with the blade so it’s murder, she shook
Mask up like when the cops ask the witness, „Well what he look like?”
Had tiny shirt, tiny pants, Bathing Ape but then he shook like
Moving work, working shit in my tongue just like a poltergeist
I am the phantom, no, I am the killer
I am finale like Thrill in Manila
Hannah Montana, I play with vanilla
I laugh like Chucky when I come and kill you, but

Bridge
This the motherfucking children of the corn (Sit down)
I got a blade, it’s not a statement, it’s a warning (Sit down)
I said, „I’m gone with the wind, I’m in the forest” (I’m in the forest)
Four door Tauris, your body stolen (Aye, aye)
She call me the blade, that’s just for intercourse (Si, si)
I cast a spell on that bitch, a rigor mortis (Rigor mortis, rigor mortis)
She give me slow head, resemble a tortoise (Resemble a tortoise)
Had better days used to flying like lotus

Chorus
What would you do for some money?
I live my life by the Newport
No one can tell, that I’ll never fail
I feel like I’m Kane, bitch, hell in a cell
What would you do for some money?
I live my life by the Newport
No one can tell, that I’ll never fail
I feel like I’m Kane, bitch, hell in a cell
Hell in a cell
Hell in a cell (Aye, aye)
Hell in a cell
Hell in a cell (Aye)