03-13-2021, 16:23:39 PM
Open up the gate, and barely used my force
Just ask my mom, tortured since I was born
But it was the right source, strength now unbridled
Shocking all these grown ups, got me standing on a high horse
Come and meet, my pinhead brothers, you'd get along with losers
If you mess with my BF, you're messin' with your future
Thinking that you're gonna live?, I'm wishin' Godspeed to ya
Stealing your girl's heart, 'cause my yoyo skills, are smooth, bruh
Not fat, I'mma beefy beast
I don't need to run a track, for me to eat these beats
This computer human's, in control like alt delete
You do not compute, that you can't compete
Y'all smooth talk, but y'all too soft
And that's from me, that's a truth bomb
Like the ones that I built, that detonate, kill you all
Like you were Killua, make you my meal
No boast, but my fam is the coldest
I throw bows, and power spheres, so explosive
Beg if you want, live in dread, 'cause your dead, if I motion
I'm Silva, the head of the Zoldyck's
Don't even care, if your knife was Ben's
I shrug off the poison, killing men with Nen
Gotta get my son right, he's the next of the kin
Go on your travels, maybe your killing streak, can begin!
Just ask my mom, tortured since I was born
But it was the right source, strength now unbridled
Shocking all these grown ups, got me standing on a high horse
Come and meet, my pinhead brothers, you'd get along with losers
If you mess with my BF, you're messin' with your future
Thinking that you're gonna live?, I'm wishin' Godspeed to ya
Stealing your girl's heart, 'cause my yoyo skills, are smooth, bruh
Not fat, I'mma beefy beast
I don't need to run a track, for me to eat these beats
This computer human's, in control like alt delete
You do not compute, that you can't compete
Y'all smooth talk, but y'all too soft
And that's from me, that's a truth bomb
Like the ones that I built, that detonate, kill you all
Like you were Killua, make you my meal
No boast, but my fam is the coldest
I throw bows, and power spheres, so explosive
Beg if you want, live in dread, 'cause your dead, if I motion
I'm Silva, the head of the Zoldyck's
Don't even care, if your knife was Ben's
I shrug off the poison, killing men with Nen
Gotta get my son right, he's the next of the kin
Go on your travels, maybe your killing streak, can begin!
I can't think of anything clever.