It's over
And i don't want your shoulder
If u wanna cut me
U can do the honours
I met death, I called him the reaper
I'm flying high
All my homies peace out
I'm flying high
Hy u really freak out
Bitch u right
Imma fucking shit mouth
Mai puchu kaha hai
Vo bole saare
Scened out
It's over
And i don't want your shoulder
If u wanna cut me
U can do the honours
Please don't blame me
It's the shit i offered
And please don't twerk that baby
I get a boner
I looked in the eyes
And sold that motherfucker crack
Sophisticated ways of mine
Johnny Test in these Depths
And I'm messy with my leather jeans
Don't put me with rest
I be waking up to sleeping pills
Lifting up my body
Oh boy yeah boy what he do
He can't touch nobody
Phony, funky with that phone
Boy don't get no headrush
I'mma cut your dome
Never wrote my story up
I been in the dome, bitch
Coughing up that chronic Ahe Ahe
They working for eons still
Cannot see what they be on
I'm drinking this smoothie of mushrooms
I'm barnicles, I'm going crazy
Convoluted confirmations
All I fucking need need
Made a bitchass- Howrang,
Gave him knee knee
A wolf on the PC you know
What I mean A Sif on the
PC you know what I mean
Pissing off cockroaches, get it clean
I pulled up to Devil,
He made me a deal Took it,
I became the prophet and
Soon on my knees, Rotated the wheel
I call it freshman luck
Aqua with that solid state
Solomon's freezer Yeah I get to make
You sick Is the only reason I do it