Winston - Yneos lyrics

Weird a** flow on some weird a** beats Weird a** clothes shoes on the wrong feet I'm so sick I must have aids Im a player but I never got laid Maybe it's because hoes ain't worth the trouble Lost my mind change the world into rubble Order a scotch and make it a double If you ask me if I'm insane It's a no not a yes If you ask me my name I tell you I'm blessed But too bad that I'm not really religious Even though my b**h is kinda prestigious That makes me kinda suspicious cuz Maybe I picked her from the trash When I bashed My head into her a** Then I picked the stash I should sell in cla** Wait now I've got rash Let that b**h burn to ash, after I smash And splashed my cum into her eyelash Ow wait she's got a moustache And I must ask If she speaks basque, cuz all the b**hes from spain Have mask to hide their moustache Swagh Ey hollup [Hook] Seeing demons leaving semen on her forehead Evil beating weakens screaming of that who*ehead In the heathen region I'm jesus of warheads Grieving over people is treason to the four heads But then those four heads don't have the same foreheads Which don't really make sense just like this song But it belongs to the creeps and the sheeps who belong In a purgatory like hong kong (f**ing Chinese people) My lyrics don't make sense to you But I'm not in the mood to give the pen to you You gave me a b**hslap I might give ten to you Y'all motherf**ers need jesus amen to you And that b**h said ‘im into you' I might give her an interlude Like tiller in the institute For broken hearts and kiwi fruit Yeah whatever Drop it again [Hook]