[Verse 1: RAYGUN]
Erratic hitting switches b**h
I don't know what the f** I'm doin'
Black ink spilled on everything
I fill up mops with bombing fluid
Just f**ing do it
Trigger finger I don't need a lecture
No Hugh Hefner, intellect the crew neck sweater
Stay fresh as Febreeze I'm easy no E
Just nicotine and some sleep
Ain't got no mouths to feed, there ain't no we it's just me
No plurals, but more or less I'm finna f** the girl in floral dress
And put her morals to rest
Reflexes cat-like, jackknife into the end
Where there's no water left to baptize who want to repent
You dug your own hole
Now fill that f**er up with cement
The only way out of here
Is to play nice and pretend
RAYGUN - DEM$47 lyrics
Album 93