Put a fucking bullet to my head
Dickhead
I'll cry tears, for real
You only gotta talk about it
I'm like a million fucking stars under the sea
Pussy n***a
You got some cocaine?
You got some Barry White?
You know I ain't smoking shit
Because I'm too damn sick
To my bones
My bones are made of pieces
Yeah, I got paid
But tomorrow is a new day
And who is you to be my mentor?
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
And no more shows
Because I'm too damn sick
Forever in a net
Tying a rope, about to swing
I hope you choke
I hope you grow wings and fly
And after loving you
I'll probably hear the story and rap it big
Into a dougie
Cause I'm pissed drunk
N***a
Yeah I'm still talking shit
What about the flow I insist
Doesn't matter
The one with the stutter
She got a fattie
She can probably cook
And there she's still playing Sam Cooke
I've got a lot of salt
And baby you should know that I read
I wrote graffiti
I wrote my name on the train
We're all gonna die anyway
So why live for tomorrow?
She had her head full of chemicals
And jumping like Olympic token
Blackies fucking Goldie Locks
Yeah you know me by me slave name
Just stop
Snowman
Bitch
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
How about an album or a single?
You fucking chump
I give it up
I'll fucking stop
Between the sheets