Walter White the way I cook
Slanging like a f#cking crook
b#tch, my names is f#cking Kira
And your name is in my book
b#tch, I never gave a sh#t
Ridding in my brand new whip
Witch my brand new f#cking stick
Murder with my f#cking crew
Smoking, like, is all I do
Whipping bricks like ’82
Say “f#ck you” like b#tch, you too
I be up on the f#cking moon
They speak your name like b#tch, whose that
I be that black cat
Aiming at your f#cking back
Aiming at your f#cking back
Pulling up to Death Valley
Bout to cop a couple bodies
Riding in the RV
Jesse, and a couple hotties
And we acting naughty with that shotty aiming at your dome
Now we riding in the Chevy with the pimped out chrome
Sometime I feel alone, then I remember
I got the voices guiding me through the underworld, b#tch
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