Tekst piosenki
I’m a suicidal juvenile who’d like to burn you for a while
Don’t touch the dial, turn it up
Cause I’m about to fuck shit up
I’m an apprentice wordsmith
Fucking beats with burnt dick
I’m on this savage shit
Like boys are on an uncles dick
Show up the competition
While I grab more ammunition
Though I got no disposition
I’m toxic like fission
Bombs dropping em on ya like Saddam’s
Qualms. I’m calm
Hell in a basket, drunk driving crash casket
& I’m just mashing skull bashing
No passing
Pooches be on my dick
Like no rubbers on the end of it
& herpes on their clit
Like bums be on the crumbs of shit
Punches to the gut, get that nigga in a rut
Of life, give em strife then cut em with a knife
Oh, I Kobe the jock sock will she takes a hit of cock
Till I off my rocks, and my knees start to knock
So I smoke another stooge another day I’m growing old
Nostalgia is my biggest euphoria
Niggas no stories now
Used to shoot a whole gram in a black Trans AM
For a day, ER day, like hey I’m a junk-a
When I commit some violence niggas sit in silence
Like crash dummies on a no drive list
So I bump some hype shit
And I hit the pipe quick
Cause the officer behind me doesn’t like my driving
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