Lyrics So Lethal - JT Music feat. Andrea Storm Kaden

Yo, where we goin' today? 'Cause I'm broke, and they're buyin' low
No meetin' quota today, we're gonna blow right by it, bro

Buckle up, we're goin' lethal, and I don't mean injection
It might as well be though, 'cause I got a death wish (I've been sentenced)
We'll go where nobody goes for the best scrap selection
And with all the profit we pull, I think it's time to get to spendin'

We gotta keep it lethal, cleanin' up some messes
Any junk that we haul is always handled with profession
Trust me, it's legal (we would never steal), we've got defenses (lawyers on retention)
My boss ain't evil, he's just beyond comprehension (do it for the company)

Just get the job done, never ask what for?
You'll get evasive answers like it was Lovecraft lore
Get aboard the ship quick, it isn't gonna wait
We gotta hoard more, but what is it gonna take?

To make an empire out of rubber duckies?
I suspect something is up (is it just me?)
Brush it under the rug, and nobody bug out
We're already in deep, will anyone come out?

I got a wake-up call by makin' too much sound
I'm not the only ugly motherfucker who's around
A lotta claws and teeth are gonna rip and chomp ya
So make like a tree and get to the choppa

These extraterrestrials really want me dead
You see now, doesn't that Predator reference feel appropriate?
Don't forget quota check 'cause the manual's the law
Back to the ship, quick, did we get it all?
(Fuck, something's on my head) is it my grandma?
(Why would you say that?) 'Cause it isn't gettin' off

That's lethal, and I don't mean by injection
So lethal, we keep it clean with ejection
See ya later, JK, never

I don't wanna follow him (because I can hear a landmine tickin')
One small step for men might mean another massive mess for the women
I'm just kiddin' (well, kinda sorta), I'm not gonna risk tryna pick your corpse up
We're already gonna get fined enough, we need a lower bar set by the higher-ups

Another poor performance? They're annoyed, apparently, I'm paranoid
If truth be told, I'm not superstitious, but I've learned how a ladder will give you stitches
Shh, lie low, be still and silent (there's a giant nearby, just be quiet)
I'm tryin' (uh, she ain't movin', what should we do?) keep groovin'

Does your loot hang low? Is it such a mother lode
Can you wrap it like a gift, and then top it with a bow?
Then present it to Cthulhu or the devil, I don't know
Does your loot hang low?

Oh, I love that tune, but I did the vibe check
I think I'm all alone (sigma grind set)
But don't waste the clock, you gotta do your time
Just like a Rubik's Cube, they want you in line
With an airtight suit, and routine to boot
Your resolution weak, but pristine the loot
So keep climbin' higher, I'm ascendin', people
What you call Eldritch, I call my equal

'Cause I'm lethal, and I don't mean by injection
So lethal, we keep it clean with ejection
See ya later, JK, never