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[verse 1: johnny quezz]

can’t concentrate on this b-tch
i’m too zooted for this
i could give a f-ck less and i’m still gone progress
if i make it b-tch who imma miss ?
when i blow up promise i won’t miss you
im packing the pistol
smacking, slapping b-tches
black led in my swishers
wishing it was simple
but p-ssys be riding sliding for the issues

my ride or die riding inside of my veins
f-ck the buzz
trynna deep fry my whole f-ckin’ brain
they gone say i’m insane
think i’m a lame
but my brothers and i gone be f-ckin’ yo dames

f-ck the school and the princ-p-ls too
i’m falling up stairs with some xans in my shoes
couple rocks in my pockets
lighters in my socks
and some acid for sl-ts who suck me in their coupe

the first string of my team is the deadliest
heaviest, prescient dudes
on some petty sh-t
lean by the gallon on me imma bury it
deep in my stomach till i can’t even carry it

weight on the scale going up like my bred
potty mouth posse popping shots at ya neck
put a blanket on yo face
cuz you need to be erased
grab the k
better go to sleep i’m aiming at ya head

f-ck a copper rocking bombers
imma rob em for his dollars
let em slaughter me
i’ll probably be talking out my coffin
imma haunt em till he walking out
the motherf-ckin’ office
f-ck a topic
i’m a hot mess f-ckin’ gothic hoes, erotic

use my logic while i’m shooting baby boomers
f-ck a rumor
i’m bruising all you losers
i’m shooting giving contusions
losing all my f-ckin’ money for something ain’t even using
i’m abusing h-lla music
and spewing all over humans

[verse 2: andynohoes]

it’s the vicious motherf-cker
kill a mother f-cker
tweakin’ in the alley cuz i’m poppin’ all em uppers
throat slittin’ dead suicidal motherf-cker
mix the acid with the xanny imma reckless motherf-cker

andynohoes murder f-ckers for the fun of it
chugging robotussin
gotta husband but she suckin’ d-ck
kids buyin’ pills not food but they lovin’ it
f-ck a happy meal
leave em starvin’ on em drugs and sh-t

d-gg-n’ way too many hoes
got my d-ck limp
switchblade flippin’ all these thoughts
got my wrist slit
purp sippin’
jerk switch flippin’ on my ripstick
acid trippin’
makin’ b-tches squirt imma nitwit

takin’ whippets to the dome
got me buzzin’ bad
pistol whippin’ f-ggots
puttin’ b-tches in a bodybag
givin’ b-tches d-ck and drugs
they lovin’ that
f-ck an ugly b-tch
got yo b-tch always callin’ back

they don’t know me
the flow deserve a trophy
the overdosing smokin’ dodie
hit you for your rollie

spittin’ so hot think the gates of h-ll open
broken bones disintegrated throw em in the ocean

back on a mission
doin’ b-tches like the dishes
you should listen when i whisper
never stop or intermission
downin’ liquor splittin’ swishers
pullin b-tches by the hair
no you never seen me lackin’ b-tch
that sh-t ain’t even rare

tell me where you seen it
rollin’ with my demons
dudez is f-ckin’ b-tches
till they bodies full of s-m-n
suckin’ up my meat but she claimin’ she a vegan
gettin’ b-tches f-ckin’ pregnant
never hesitate to leave em

chloroforming any punk b-tch that har-ss me
braggin’ bout my skill there’s n-body that surp-ss me

a legend in the makin’
worship satan
sold my soul for the fame and the paper
never wanna be a waiter

group is full of ludicrous people but we some lunatics
pro abusin’ humans
i got a gift and i’m usin’ it
stupid kids
accusing my raps are whack
so i’m bruisin’ em
proven i’m the best
and that also includes my troops and sh-t

let me finish they always wish that i f-ckin’ flop
but i’m forever immortal and that’s the bottom rock
b-tches givin’ sloppy
i’m gettin’ head so i’m on the top
c-cking glocks and rockets i’ll rob a p-ssy for all he got

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