Frander - 2turnt2function lyrics

s**er punch you in the face Lose your breath at the gates Choke you with a shoelace A motherf**in' arms race Doctor says I'm dead Doctor, doctor says I'm dead Doctor, doctor says I'm dead Doctor, doctor says I'm dead Chillin' in the back Guns out, ready to attack Sleepin' on my issues Ran out of tissues f**ers say it's dope But they don't even know The sick acid trip Plotting on this dick Blood on the ceiling indicates a murder k**ing's a feeling, soldier Write me a prescription It's my own addiction When Villain's not around $hroomie hits the ground Followed by the pound sign Dial up, Devil's on the line Boy you must think I'm f**ed If you think I'm unoriginal I see you swallowing blunts While you cum on your pillow Fake Poon Squad lookin' a** b**h Blitzkrieg Bee Bop, cryin' on your tits Boy looking like Jabba The Hutt You kids hit the spice Doctor said I'm ill Doctor, doctor said I'm trill, c*nt