Ceremony (WHOKILLEDXIX Ceremonial Version)

It's an illusion All an illusion (B-B-Boxcutters)

Trace, hollow points finna hammer Bass through your ear make a dancer late You can try what you can but replace You can't stand where I stand Shut it off Block the sidewalks, we don't wanna talk Break his jaw

Motherfuck the law, this a laser dot You could rot Say you're fresh, you're not You boys suck a lot Put a stop, I wanna take his top Ratty like an opp

It's an illusion It's all an illusion

Prep the surface, bound my limbs Place the chair Show me what's left

Matching watch with the squad You can watch my drip from afar Say he look tough, I been from the start I'ma stick up to my money like darts Check it out, I'm rolling my loud My outfit get down, you drip or you drown Okay, I'm fresh, fresh, fresh Just for the fashion a bulletproof vest Just when I stab him 'cause it was defense He can't understand nothing, he too dense

I swear, that boy was depressed I swear, that boy, he a mess I swear my money on tip, and my bitch is so thick That I had to put another seat in the whip Fast, fast, fast, fast I get the guap and roll up in the Benz Cuts in the product to split with your friends Clips in the chopper to cut some loose ends I'm smoking on Smarties