{Intro}
Do you really want to fu*king do this?/
"Say hello to my little friend" -Scarface (1983)
Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/
Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/
Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/
{Chorus}
You think these are all just raps but b*tch I'm really trying to scrap/
Just let me know where the fu*k you're at and we can bet cash/
Maybe I'll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/
Or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/
{Verse 1}
Climbing out of the pit that b*tch threw me in like the Dark Knight/
Guess I fu*ked up again some pig's gonna have to read my rights/
One day when I see you again we'll have to have a knife fight/
You knew she was mine, catch you slipping deep in the night/
Like hi b*tch I could gut your boyfriend like a fish/
I might just take your guy's life for fu*king with mine/
But being back with you girl is my only wish/
So I'll just have to beat that boy up until his eyes are black and bluish/
{Verse 2}
I'll beat the fu*k out of you and make you scream and pee/
I wanna strangle you and rip the grill right out of your teeth/
You don't what the fu*k to do you'll get bruised and beat/
I'll be staring and laughing at you while your fu*king gums bleed/
Although I really just wanna bludgeon you until I take away your heartbeat/
I'll just settle with pummeling you with my fists because your obsolete/
But do you really just want to bleed all over the concrete?/
Don't make me cut you so fu*king deep as I watch all the blood seep/
{Chorus}
You think these are all just raps but b*tch I'm really trying to scrap/
Just let me know where the fu*k you're at and we can bet cash/
Maybe I'll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/
Or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/
{Verse 3}
I wish I could apologize for all of the mistakes I've made/
But I'm full from all of these problems on my fu*king plate/
I can never relate to the all of these snakes in my way/
Who hate and say my name in vein but never to my fu*king face/
They act like my life's a game but I'm never entertained/
I'd rather get face from your b*tch while I'm baked/
Then I dip without a single trace and turn up the bass/
I want the whole motherfu*king bank and better bring the rakes/