Budd Dwyer - Nm jc lyrics

[Verse 1 - Anthony Mars] co*k that Glock, then I pop, pop, pop All the bodies drop in my drop top Holla f** cops because I won't ever stop Hit the Benz and I pop that lock Screaming mother f** the law while I ride around the block b**h, I'm so f**ing sick with the sh** that I spit Watch them all get hit until I f**ing get rich Mother f**ers know what it is, $UICIDE Give a f** about life b**h, I'm ready to die Scrim ain't shy Scrim just high f** all y'all busters ain't sh** in my eyes Brain on fried, Columbine mind To k** all you f**ers and piss on your mothers Call it what you want and call it how you see One thing I know y'all ain't f**ing with me One thing I know y'all ain't f**ing with me, b**h [Verse 2 - Norman Atomic] If it was up to me, I would f** it up f** everything and bust a nut Yung Mutt never smiles, got to cut me one On my flip phone dialing 911 I need a pick me up So come and picky me up So I can pick me up about sixty bucks worth of sticky nugs Just a quick re-up then I'm up, up and away b**h, I'm grey Take me to my f**ing grave b**h, I'm broke like the bone in your back Get the f** up off my wave Let me drown in peace, b**h Bring a gun to the beach, b**h Blow my brains away Brain matter scattered in the sand Surfing blood soaked waves [Hook] I been smoking I been smoking I been drinking I been drinking x 4