Indigo Blaze - Critical Hit

I'm wigging out like a mother fucker now
Feeling like I'm picking the pace up in this run about
Living on a minimum wage packet I'm chow chow
Hanging on chewing ya face like a dog fuck it I'm bow wow
Uh, you're so salty
Voice crack and then again
Trembling you're morty, up against anything slap ya like you're naughty
Trying to fulfil the dreams 1998 shorty's

I'll bring ya to the menu sound track
I'll bring ya back to the menu sound how bout that
I'll bring ya back to the menu sound track
One slip and ya gone
I'll bring you back

I'll bring you back, back like your sack is caught in a grill of a mack shining like a bulldog plaque on top of a hood ya finished for good, don't compare to the blaze ya wish that ya could
I'm sticking by the last time incase you don't know
No coming on after, no one will show, yo
How many bands we gotta crossbow to the flow of goldеn eye on sixty fo

Up the blazе mother fucker
Oh up the blaze mother fucker

Not a far cry from the depths of hell, yeah
Cooking up slops that you drop on well fair
Melting you health like a dripping snowcone
Here we go here we go
Passing out hard on the risk ya taking
Blow it all off like the dough ya making
Taking all shots like I'm Coco loco
Put me on ice ima fucking explode
Up the blaze motherfucker