[Intro]
If I wanna kill myself I will. It’s not hard to die, I could do it like right now. But like number two-
Jesus Christ
[Hook]
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
[Verse 1: Jozie Haze]
All these muthfuckas need to fuck off
Before I lose my filter, grab the pistol then I go and brush the dust off
Of my psycho pass-strap, aim it and brap-brap till there's nothing left of me
Call it 'mindtrip when these friends of mine dip and nobody yellin, "Rest in peace"
Thеse-these fantasiеs I have in my mind never dissipate
I can't be convinced I got a illness, it's as if it's fate
If that's the case, it's impossible to change well, then I guess I might as well embrace it, uh
If I don't like this, I don't gotta fight shit, cock back, aim it, and erase it, uh
That-that-that go for anyone betta think twice if you lookin' for me
I ain't got nothin to lose homie make a wrong move, I swear you get butchered for free
Suicide booth shit, I could leave a muthafucka toothless
Jozie Haze, she is so ruthless
Homie, the truth is all I can do is just snap like a toothpick
Fuckin with me, then you probably stupid, uh, cupid, uh
How imma aim with my strap
Bitch call me Nokris, if I see you flossin' then I pull the trigger, you know issa wrap, huh
You cannot tell me what to do, if the police come through, then I dip in the back
They be like who are you, lemme get through to you, trippin on me then yall gettin attacked
[Verse 2: Undead Ronin]
Bring that phonky shit that makes you wanna blow yo brains out
Living with the reaper on my shoulder
Holding boulders, no more stoner shit
Sober like the joker, four-leaf clover shit
Make another hit, climb up the ladder, then I’m closer bitch
I’m riding on my wave, you best not touch me, or you’ll hang
Imma put a bullet in the 6 round chamber, put it to my head
Pull the fucking trigger, hear the click, but it just ain’t my time
Sick of all the motherfuckin games these goddamn bustas play, you cannot rhyme
Prime, imma climb, ain’t no mime, bitch I am doing fine
Sun is out to shine, don’t take my spotlight, or I’ll kill the swine
Fucking round with me, I’m liable to remake Columbine
Cut you on the face, with the blade, ending yo bloodline
Sick of all these goddamn hoes, I’m boutta take my time
To kill them all and bury em down and show that I am divine
You don’t wanna bow down to me, I am boutta take yo life
Undead Ronin turn the ocean red and leave the bodies burnin’
[Hook]
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
