Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Bitch I be the Whore of Babylon
Tag along
I got more Adderall
Chill out
Bitch I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smokin' blunts like I'm fuckin up the Amazon
Spellin' Grey with a motherfuckin' Epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon
Cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me Emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker there's a bomb
Hit the lick at prom
Kill a thousand people then I yawn
Crack of dawn
Smoke a sack
Staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan
Ah' fuck
Popped 8 pills, now I'm octagon
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
SixFo in a '64 with the Tommy Gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch, she used to suck my dick
Told me keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic
Xans son, I got Xan son, keep yo' Fanta
Tell em' 4's weak, fuck that codeine, I need that tan son
Doped up, til' I O.D, ey' fuck the police
Purple-Yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Late last night lying in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should I cut they' head
Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothafucka', leave a nigga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a nigga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters
Takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all held down
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife--try it
Don't hesitate to take a nigga life real quick
Cuz' if you do
The nigga is gonna try to take yours
Bitch
