Flip shit for two cents
Pistol whip rich bitches
Off oxycoton
Talkin nonsense
Riddles
Rocks to the soft heads
Till theyre sunken rotten brittled
Lost i needa cop 10
10 new knives just to make up for the lost ones
The daily f*cking grind consumes my mind
Awesome
My voice is starting to seem serpentine
Flaws in it
Possibly frosted from all the f*cking dirty lies
And i cant stand to feel your gaze and longer
It puts in a daze got the days getting longer
Its just a f*cking game i wont play i dont bother
Just gotta clear the haze out my way till i'm over it
Cost em too much to be around me
(Yo where the f*ck you been)
My blemishes scaring em like foul meat
Its astounding how mouths'll feed on beasts
But not the ground wheat
Drowning in brown meade
Bounce keep it going relay the sound downstream
Sounds neat to hear em screaming like a golem
Cause the lost me and their new heat just keeps falling into
Bottomless creaks theyre sharp and steep
Caughten by the pillars hope they puncture em they can bleed
Out for all I give a f*ck
Probably bend backwards just to kiss a cunt
Dick like the way i structure my songs
Short and blunt
And they could die from feeling my soul with just the force of nothing
But to nothing, nothing can honestly be just enough
F*ck