C.O.T.Y lyrics

[Verse 1: Sesta]
I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool
In the bicycle lane next to high schools
Side, swipe cyclists
Bugging but f*cking, I'm buckled up and, trouble is double
And I'm f*cking with any and many hennies I got
Look, no money to show, but show money's
Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby
Help yourself, I'm drunk driving on the highway to hell
I like to, incite violence
Try fighting, Die trying, Life's sliding
The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo
This liquid ammo
Gotta motherf*cker feeling like Rambo
I'm the Boston Strangler, see me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler
The new step daddy's a rapper, banging the back of her
I'm back stabbing her up in the rear
I've gotta thank God that I've got it the c*nt of the year

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
I-I hate c*nts
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
The cu-cu-c*nt of the year
I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
It's 'cause I'm f*cking mad