garbage! - lil tra$h lyrics
[intro]
(i’m dying lately)
[chorus]
lil*lil*lil*lil tra$h, counting up my cash
hold up, be right back, i got to cop another bag
black on black mercedes, i’m scooping up your lady
she told me you a lame, i gave her back and she seem crazy
i’m running out of competition, all my opps deceased (bye*bye)
got plenty ammunition, writing on you, “rest in p*ss”
oops, typo, i meant pieces, been rolling with my demons
picked up your girl and goodness, she been syphoning my s*m*n
[verse]
(what the f*ck?) that was gross, my bad, can you forgive me? (no)
the terror just won’t go but somehow, i’m remaining silly
i’m murdering your friends like dbd, i’m playing billy
i’m cleaning off the blade to go and make another ‘mili, b*tch
i’m hailing from the bottom, you can call me “king of h*ll”
the devil as my witness, he be doing as i tell
i’m sending off a legion, they come crawling from the well
to rain some terror on the planet, i command ’em by the bell
let’s go over the consequences, please stop and listen
let me get a bit of your attention
i get it back in blood, i put the axe in the mud
now witness the ascension
now what’s with all the tension? v8, that’s all my inches
“he ate”, that’s what they say when they at me in all they mentions (pe*pew)
call me garbage, that’s a complement, i’ll pop the lid
step out, i’ll murder all these flaws, like, “la*de*da”, no f*cks to give
don’t act shocked, it’s nothing personal, wait, sorry, yes, it is
i can’t help myself, think i’m addicted, let’s do it again
[interlude]
hearing reports of a man that crawled out of a trashcan
on 6th street with houndreds of little creatures following him
i’m not exactly sure what’s going on, this is the first we’re hearing of it
we do have confirmation that this is real and not a prank
and i believe that the* oh god, they’re breaking in, (ahh!) run!
[chorus]
lil tra$h, counting up my cash
hold up, be right back, i got to cop another bag
black on black mercedes, i’m scooping up your lady
she told me you a lame, i gave her back and she seem crazy
i’m running out of competition, all my opps deceased (bye*bye)
got plenty ammunition, writing on you, “rest in p*ss”
oops, typo, i mean “pieces”, been rolling with my demons
picked up your girl and goodness, she been syphoning my se—
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