[Verse 1]
Ayo, b*tch
Going home and feeling tipsy
I'm drinking with a gypsy
Oh, should I f*ck a sl*t? I better not, let the di*k see
Oh, b*tch, I can
Matter of fact, I'm the man
I could beat a motherf*cker when I'm coming up on the xan, uh
I spit flows like I dig holes and I dig 'em deep
b*tch, I made a promise you know I can never keep
No dose, don't you get close I'm a f*cking freak
Gathering all the pieces of my conscience, I'm the weak
See me covered up in gasoline
Light the f*cking fire, I was never mean
If I need to cry, I pop a molly with a ketamine
I got no dopamine. Do you know what I mean?
Hate to be a tweaker, but the more I sniff the more I mean
But each time that I snort they just kick less
So why try? Clock the Glock and I quit this
Oh, do you love me, would you mind, if you licked p*ss?
I feel I'm only motherf*cker with this sickness

All the junkies in the place put your motherf*cking hands up
Yeah, all the emos in the place cut your mothef*cking veins up
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