Drugs
Drugs
Ohhh
Suicide
Ohhh
Sometimes i forget how the world ends
I been walking ’round town when the world ends
The f#cking cabinets inside my house will die tomorrow
f#cking stupid little b#tch, i’ll cut your f#cking eyes out
Real alpha, skinwalker, hatred, fragile weeper
I will f#cking kill your teeth, i will kill your dog
I will molest you, skin you and dissect you
I’m an ancient soul reaper, freal fragile weeper
I don’t care about people, i just need my reaper
I been making hella cash inside my f#cking eyes
In my mind, i’m fine, but i’m thinking about suicide
Bruh, bruh
Bruh, bruh
I go to hobby lobby and i shoot ’em in the face with a little stoppy, a little oppy stoppy
I’m killing everybody in the party because i party so much (killing everybody with the meat gyroscope)
I got knives and a couple of acid bottles if you really wanna try me (try out the meat gyroscope)
Killing the mollusk like it was my job (like it was my meat gyroscope)
Killing the drop like it was my job
I’m killing drops off because i’m gotta go to the log (gotta go to the meat gyroscope)
Little boy think he knows how to party but he doesn’t know how to get acid bottle thrown on his face
I make acid attacks in the back with a lashing (with a meat gyroscope)
I make a few things in a- in a little bit of a thing (such as a meat gyroscope)
Those things include many bombs that i can detonate at any moment (i can detonate the meat gyroscope)
It’s quite scary actually, you don’t wanna see me with a bar
Because if i were to go there, i would get drunk and literally kill every single person including the city mayor (i’m gonna kill the meat gyroscope)
Oh my god, why is the beat fading out again?
I want money again, i’m running away from the thing again (the thing is the meat gyroscope)
I’m repeating myself again, i’m copying someone yet again ’til the end (meat gyroscope)
Riding out, with my choppa down, really loud
Puffing ganja, yeah, you know the sound and know the smell
So let me tell you, send you down to hell
I’m really here, and let me tell you, be a millionaire
I do not care, i’m just rapping and trapping and stacking
Fake people talking but they ain’t ’bout the action
And i be rapping and trapping and capping while y’all be faking
Let me tell you all who don’t know why i sound so damn dedicated
Mama passed, i made a promise i’ma shine so i be on my grind
Flipping dimes, tryna get that money, b#tch, you ain’t no high
You just like a fire, i remember i was f#cking dimes
Yeah, i remember i was f#cking dimes
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