Bleach

歌詞

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer North, North Haha, you mad Northside In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat Yeah-yeah Time to go back to speak that lingo I'm back in this bitch like a menace Yeah, menace Running these hoes just like tennis Tennis Fuck what you thought of my image What? Blocka-block-block-block, blah Semi-auto with the scope Scope I'm back in this bitch with the cult What? I'm back in this bitch with the phonk What? Scrim back in this bitch, better know I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' Huh? Back and I'm scopin' with robbers Yeah Come back and then jaws get to droppin' Droppin' Come hard when you step in my yard Scammin', give me your card Uh, what? Off of a couplе them bars Huh? Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it Huh? Auto f-f-f-spitting Grrah Talkin' a lot of that guala Guala From the esеs to the shottas Lil Wetto with yoppas Get my pills straight from the doctor Off of the jump with my shit Yeah, pop-pop Offer the dump off my hip Yeah-yeah Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack Yeah-yeah Smoking that pack off the jack Yeah-yeah OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly Slowly OD slowly, OD slowly Ho Hahaha Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions Stop telling me what to think, to think Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think Assumptions always being that Stop, stop telling me what to think Stop I have become what I hate Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away Too bad that it ain't a race Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place Always in bad shape, blunt to the face I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed Yung Plague got nothing to hide Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides But I choose $uicide Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world I reject all the people inside Fuck 'em They can run, they can hide They can swim, they can fly But I'll hunt 'em day and night For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die Then shed tears like a crocodile All the while my chopper smile Bite the bullet, that's not my style Belly full of lead and stomach bile You thought that your life would be worthwhile Just another fucking rank-and-file Bitch First came school, then you got a job Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle Safe neighborhood for the domicile Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles Ayy Don't touch that fucking dial Ayy Let's see what's on TV! World War III in a couple hours Ayy But at least, the house is clean Ayy Bodies will be piled for miles and miles But the maid service was free, uh