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crazy bitch - chris yang lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m a schizophrenic sociopath
stab you at a laundromat
watch all your guts spill out like some alcohol at my old rehab
put you in a grocery bag
feed you to my neighbor’s cat
f-cked the brains out as it came out on my chauffer’s cab
asked me how i’d pay for that
asked him to come through the back
stabbed him in the eye as i beat his -ss with a baseball bat
he really turned around and said, “b-tch, you tryna stab me?”
yeah, i’m a leave you for dead. call that the driver in your f-cking backseat
so stupid that he asks me, like he wants to get his -ss beat
froze his body, threw it in the river, call that cold feet
he’s calling out to me, with a breath built to falter
it’s too late to call the cops now that i’m b-lls deep in your daughter!
and now he wants to bone me and pretend that he knows me
f-ck him in the -ss with my fist, call that holey
try to copy me and, b-tch, be my mini-me
before i patch you all up in a f-cking human centipede

[hook]
b-tch, i’m h-lla f-cking crazy
b-tch, don’t even try to play me
b-tch, just want to go and frame me
b-tch, you know i’m f-cking crazy
crazy b-tch!

[verse 2]
second verse, it only gets worse from here
p-ssy tasting worse than bad liquor and beer
i pulled her to the side and said, “girl, what do you hear?”
bet she didn’t know i’d grow up to be her biggest fear
i slipped a pill in her drink, gave her the booze
made out with her and asked if she wanted to go get a room
she pulled her -ss away and said, “b-tch, are you serious?
get your hands off my t-ts and i just started my period!”
b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck! put your hand on my d-ck
we’re taking pics so promiscuous and i’m only a kid
now wipe that frown off your face, there’s no need to pout
better do what i say before these pictures get out
now the pill is kicking in, and she’s getting so sleepy
f-cking her so hard that her v-g-n- started queefing
she woozy and she asking if i do this for clout
so i stuck my d-ck in her throat and i p-ssed in her mouth

[hook]
b-tch, i’m h-lla f-cking crazy
b-tch, don’t even try to play me
b-tch, just want to go and frame me
b-tch, you know i’m f-cking crazy
crazy b-tch!

[verse 3]
would you believe what i say if i say it on record:
that i’m a serial k!ller, with each k!ll i get better?
am i more annoying then that track “bye bye bye”
i stabbed that b-tch in her gut and she went die, die, die
knife in between her t-ts, slid it down to her maple
down to that p-ssy that’s shut where i stapled
dismembered her limbs, cut off her tongue
i don’t know why you’re crying b-tch, we’re just having fun!
and i don’t know what to tell her p-ssy -ss parents
except her body is swimming at the bottom of lake merritt
whatcha gonna do? it’s been two years
statute of limitations just being applied here
i’m not scared of her dad, what he gon’ do me?
i’ll do the same to his wife if he attempts to sue me
i’m not even hiding so you’ll know where to catch me later
all up in my room where i’ll be jacking off with sandpaper

[hook]
b-tch, i’m h-lla f-cking crazy
b-tch, don’t even try to play me
b-tch, just want to go and frame me
b-tch, you know i’m f-cking crazy
crazy
b-tch, i’m h-lla f-cking crazy
b-tch, don’t even try to play me
b-tch, just want to go and frame me
b-tch, you know i’m f-cking crazy
crazy b-tch

[skit]
“oh my god, chris, chris, i got a little bit of a personal question to ask you…. the f-ck you want to be when you grow up?”
i mean, if everything works out in the political field, i’d really love to be the president
“the president? you dumb motherf-cker! you want to be president and you’re putting sh-t out like this? oh my f-cking god, you’re so f-cking stupid. are you being dead-ss with me right now? look at me in the face, you can tell me you’re f-cking joking and it’s okay. if you tell me you’re joking right now, it’s okay.”
no, no man, i’m not f-cking joking
“oh my god, you f-cking pendejo! shut the f-ck up! i don’t even know why the f-ck i’m helping you. here, here’s a f-ck ton of alcohol and weed. get crossed, and, i don’t know, make some magic. i don’t know! i don’t know, man.”

- chris yang lyrics

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