I'm as rude as it gets
To hell with stupid respect
Bitch, I always blast first I don't just shoot for revenge
I'm quickly losing my breath. Peep the noose on my neck
I'm so upset with life
I'm living proof of regret
Listen
Paranoid to death I'm high as fuck
I smoke weed and crash hard call me Ryan Dunn
Fuck a slug I'm rubbing salt deep inside the cuts
I signal for my fire squad. Bitch, we 'bout to line 'em up
I'll snap your brain stem the damage will be cortical
I got you spacing out, bitch, my fist will crack your orbital
My music's crazy making sure that all the tweakers listen
Blowing lines of coke with Robert Johnson in my speaker system
And if I hang myself I know I'll strike a spinal chord
Cause I got more shock value than a fucking lightning storm
This is violent porn filming deep inside the morgue
This is for my ex
Rest in peace
Another night to mourn
On my last fuck to give
Prolly 'bout to blow my brains
Go to hell and wait for you with satan as we stoke the flame
A Lost Soul at the crossroads. Never follow my lead
Dumping bodies into barrels drinking bottle of Beam
Stumbled through the twelve steps. Could barely walk
About as fucked up as this head in which I carry my thoughts
Lead pipes to the doctor's who ain't ever got my meds right
Murdering you pussies got you wishin' for a tenth life
Heart pumping anger through my veins let me set it straight
I'll meet you in the octagon if I decide to get in shape
But I'm running out of fucks to give
Broken 'cause I love a bitch
She'll miss me when I'm gone
Suicide is on my bucket list
I'm putting a gun up to your head I'm here to take your purse
Fuck a job, got rent to pay, and I'm afraid to work
I can't go to sleep
I heart the beat booming
But once I turn it off I know that Imma dream lucid
If I'm in the street looming, you could get erased
My tongue is sharper than the edge of a machete blade
The pussy lip vagician came back for a bad bitch
I'm scoring three of 'em homie G, just peep hat trick
I am underground like a trap houses dirty basement
Cause my word placement's deadlier than nerve agents
I take first aim at all of these people talkin' shit
My lyrics sick enough to drive the nails into your coffin lid
On my last fuck to give
Prolly 'bout to blow my brains
Go to hell and wait for you with satan as we stoke the flame
A Lost Soul at the crossroads. Never follow my lead
Dumping bodies into barrels drinking bottle of Beam
Stumbled through the twelve steps. Could barely walk
About as fucked up as this head in which I carry my thoughts
Lead pipes to the doctor's who ain't ever got my meds right
Murdering you pussies got you wishin' for a tenth life