Lyrics

[Verse]
How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out
This Luger will send a Christian to Hell
Shorty looks so good I used her piss as crab boil
Nutted so crazy I got 108° fever
Smoking on Congolese Dick Wick looking for a signal
I went dark a long time ago
Packed her asshole so tight she pushed out a pearl
The fentanyl got me moving like a claymation figure
Real premium French scatatouille
Money longer than KD's feet
Started off shooting dice in the cum slum
Learned how to load the 9mm Canik and changed the trajectory of everything
This shit ain't nothing to mе, man
I fuck like it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll еver get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my opps or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything gonna be alright
Got the registered God Particle on my hip
Ready to have some hickory smoked opp
Wiped the nut on my AMIRI jeans and got right back to fuckin' work
Sipping on McDonald's house red
AK sing like a castrati, ooh-wee!
I have no morals or belief system
I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it
I have no character
Home girl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and sent him to paradise
The Xan Francisco got me looking and moving like Mr. Bean, I ain't saying shit
Got a ruptured eardrum from having my ear to the streets for so fucking long
On a full moon I'll fuck anything
I'm smoking on that Sumerian Quasimodo carpet bomber obsequious demon whisperer runts
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like
Payton Manning
I'm a street creature
The weed will have you in purgatory, screaming for eternity
You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life
Over and over and over again
I was in the Maybach gripping the stem
Snipped the banjo string, roamed around Northern Cambodia with an open incision
They told me I wouldn't shake the city, so I shook that shit like a crying toddler
Hit the gelato papaya, took a sip of the Jose, everything turned red for 8 minutes
Woke up in Geneva, oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do anything for a Newport, and I mean anything
They think I'm homosexual the way I'm chasing the sack
Whippets left me with a drool and a shit-eating grin
My bitch look like Timothée Chalamet
I'm a product of the gutter
I fried up some corn snake for the cuzzos
The Zaza got me talking like Pingu
I'm the real goliath grouper
I'mma need you to suck the pigmentation out of this one, young blood
Shorty ass so fat I thought I was balls deep in Kyle