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Lyrics✏️: You wanna see a punk bitch ill give you what you looking for Imuna liqour up then I’m breaking into the liqour store bitches they wanna cum when the see me I’m bouta get ya girl wetter than swimming otters its hotter cuz I’m electrical spectacle of a million bolts, of lightning plentiful been a fool I don’t wanna reset it I fucking been a fool center of my attention suspension when I’m entering any school any dude that wanna try me be contending with many who,
kill you for a doller I’ll holler to get him ready too baller but no spaghetti my color is looking cleaner no vomit on my Armani you Chong like you bouta Ralph an I’d rather be wearing Lauren exploring a different universe people seem to adore me but when I become the ruler you’ll pay for the way you tore me an during you will be enduring what endurance your holding
I’m seeing oceans of lyrics the mind has truly been opened
how you all are gonna die ill proceed with the torture
to good on the track I pass the fucking baton right back to myself I’m right back to my bag it’s 2 me’s on the shelf it’s one good an one bad like a meme bout a wolf, ill fucking tear up ya crack,
Ima never let a little man tell me what i know, an I mean little by the man not the mass, if you talking little to me better be a little joke,
thinking that the difference the in height woulda mattered, fear in my body big boy hell no, hit em with a brick like Craig he shattered, yea he a dummy just like Debo, now I got my bitch in the crib doing backflips…
dark old rooms where the beasts hangout
with the ghost at night and they scream like hell, all they really say is free me help lost souls trapped on this world this could be yourself no doubt better not look back or release your cells, yo top put back when I free my spells, my wand is a nice 38 with a belt make you melt through ya mouth with the wealth that you held no you haven’t felt what I’ve felt you can tell no haven’t delt with what I’ve felt in the south
I ain’t talking bout the states bitch I’m talking bout hell,
walked through the bitch like it was my house, right through the flames did nun to my health to the ones who fell we alike irl, cursed since birth in the mind like a shell, trapped steal cage so Ill shoot myself
Back from the dead like a zombie hit you like I’m rocky wocky slush em in the lobby to the moon like you apallo a waddle waddle with a catheter ya walking ya swallowing ya
food
through tube
An it’s sad
but then again who really gives a damn if you be dying after facts Ima bring the others higher after math bitch Ill pull an all nighter what you gonna get mad get stabbed come try her, talking bout my pole not my dick you inspired
now it’s time for you
to get expired
homie talking to me like he carrying a wire I got paranoia homie im ignoring what you liking I don’t give a damn about you we ain’t really be alike so if you fucking with me fake you gonna muthufkin die, either ima kill you or the ego so decide, fear the fucking people who been lethal since a child, skulls cross bones replenish my health,
y’all was only there for me when I was feeling well now I’m only gon be there for you like never you expelled, send you to the nether where you’ll never be repelled bitch I’m coming like the weather never stopping what I’m bout even if you had computers you could never truly tell, yea what the people do
when they think, to themselves an they stick it to the rest like it’s gonna.. fucking help
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap