Total Eclipse (textyle)
Full Moon is gone baby gotta come to grips
Me and the pack straight running through this Eclipse
Flesh will rip and bone shall break
So many paws tapping it’ll start an earthquake
Let the fangs drop while I get yo bitch open
Glitter faced niggas mad waiting for my demise hoping
12 rounds of loc’n keep yo hammers I don’t need em
I’ll demo his whole casket cuz I’m ratchet when I see him
Team Jacob on the shirts of the followers
They pull the tiddies out best believe I’m signing all of theirs
Wolf bane bitch you can braid up all my hairs
Deep woods of Forks baby you can find me there
No smoking my eyes open like a fucking deer’s
Caught in head lights I’ll be alright cuz ain’t no sparkle here…
