I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
I'm a good kid living in a mad city
All I see is ass, titties, niggas puffing hash Phillies
And that really got me thinking as a youngster
That I wanna be that nigga hitting blunts and fucking punks up
So punk what? Nigga wanna bust but now you're gun stock
I'm fucking niggas up and dump 'em in the trunk for one buck
Yeah, damn right, I be's a cheap motherfucker
Now y'all niggas in my shit, knee deep motherfucker
I'm more distorted than imported niggas, slaughter ya
I'm bored as foreign and I'm morbid with that morning star
Last message for my haters and my ex-bitch
I hope y'all choke on a fat dick until you're breathless
I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
Why you all up in my face again?
We ain't friends, leave me alone
Way too stoned, get out my space, don't call my phone
Him, her, they, them, don't need no new friends
Can't pay rent but you're flexing in your new Benz
Who cares about style sense? Make your fucking life end
Sometimes I'm violent, criminal minded
Stay silent cause I don't wanna hear it
Stupid fucking lyrics, I don't have two minutes
And keep your nose out my business
No time for dumb bitches, you better keep your distance
I'll beat you with persistence, crying like an infant
It's clear that we're different, exploding in an instant
I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
I'm a walking time bomb going
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom
The walls are closing in on me, eyes low, brain fried
In the company of misery, days fly
My body feels a chilling breeze
Outside, gray sky, feel the pressure of the stakes high
And I'm feeling like it's all a little late
I wanna be the one to be remembered as the great guy
Suit and tie, samurai, darts fly, lakes dry
Murder she wrote is what I heard through the grapevine
I will write my one no need for notes no more
There's no goodbye when I go out but when I do, I'm sure
To take the stinking filthy planet down the gutter with me
Scar you in your afterlife with bloody letters, Skits V
