Cold War Kids - HUNG OUT lyrics

Intro, here we go Kickin down the do No smokin f** it I'm blowin O's Now s** it ho gimme mo Stacks, fore i flip out An attack Whoever got the sa** To come at pat Look at that, that's me Load up The three fiddy seventy Reverend make the sign of god Insteada lettin me In Ta heaven All us 1-8-7's Ain't missin out, big told me That's f*ggot steppin Brother bredren Feel the presence Of d**h And disease no easy pease Misfortune Lemonies snickets Still out sleepin wit the crickets In the underpa** Sleepin bag campfire The whole department on my a** Laugh Spark it f** the car Didn't even park it Blowin up once they start it Already the target market Motherf**er tryd to start sh** Now he's a carca** in the schukyll R-I-P MARCUS Hang me out to dry You wrang me out too many times Hang me out to dry I'm pearly like the whites of ya eyes Lay em deep All black I'm creepin All silent Even though the joints quiet Saint mary jay and joe simon Managed to sneak the nine in Know they ain't gonna find it Till they cryin Layin on the floor dyin Go ahead kid you can try it Just know i'm out when i'm all outta violence Try an stop this Rage Peep the obituary page Higher body count than my age Crazy eights Couselling aids f** em I'm my own doc With my own Glock And a bad b**h on my co*k Stop This madness Fore i stand up and do some bad ish Hung out to dry But not to die That's why I'm still commin f** the guitar man i'm beat drummin Deep in hunneds And green Still the only one on my f**in team Now you wanna know me? See? Everyone wants the cream But i ain't have it Only a smokey barrel mavrick And a couple dead black pricks Only stoppin when the track kicks Go ahead gimme the bread b**h Leavin you for dead in the ditch Never gettin hitched The jawn still ain't switched