Put a f**ing bullet to my head
Dickhead
I'll cry tears, for real
You only gotta talk about it
I'm like a million f**ing stars under the sea
p**y n***a
You got some c**aine?
You got some Barry White?
You know I ain't smoking sh**
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?
b**h, don't k** 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 sh**
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 f**ing Goldie Locks
Yeah you know me by me slave name
Just stop
Snowman
b**h
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
How about an album or a single?
You f**ing chump
I give it up
I'll f**ing stop
Between the sheets