Frigid - Devil lyrics

You fell off like the devil on my left hand shoulder My right eye is closed because i am not f**ing sober And imma live my life until it's over Underachiever legacy k** bars like gacy - Wayne - john, pilgrims Ted bundy's jealous of me Because i have restraint to slap a b**h in the face With my dick instead a knife Im kidding not even my wife Would touch me even if she was Super f**ing custy Cuz i'm an ugly motherf**er Money motherf**er It's what i breathe, what i bleed What i need i simply give too many f**s I couldn't give another one All about my family Is what the opposite of me would say If i was raised a little more Compa**ionate Maybe, then I would f**, nevermind And now I'm back, f** a chorus Lyricist, call me Horace And she's gorgeous with those huge eyes But she only falls for cute guys Here i am, my pimple ridden face My tree trunk f**ing legs Guarantee i'll f** up your day And make it rain like hell Inside your puny brain There's no other way, to say it You f*ggots couldn't ever reach My level on the top floor waiting in a cop car For my mom to pick me up and drive me to the corner store So i can beg a shady customer To buy me *lighter sound Some f**ing next reds My only addiction will slowly smoke me to my d**h But i truly don't care d**h is part of life I don't know how rhyme Introverted nerd with a tendency to listen to birds Chirp like hockey players pack bombs, gay like mayerrrrr, john Saying the names formally nothing you'd see online And twitter's got me going "Uh-Oh" time to bring on the slime Im horrible at starting new verses k** a fly and put in the hearses Raping nurses, burpin, slurping slushies 'leven seven Started smoking, and now im f**ing rapping So i guess i'm just another kid from oshawa Rest in peace to big and many other fallen soldiers But many emcees today could grind you up like folgers I like the instant sh** but i have too much patience And as i write these rhymes im procrastinating history papers To tell you the truth I'm the stupidest genius you'll ever meet But you could never tell by my lyrics or beats All i know's i'm staying away if you stay strapped with a piece b**h Keep ya company till bowls smoked, kid St-st-st-stutter on the beat Probably cuz of the tree Graphwize