They say bing chilling's the bomb
The songs insane
Well If that song fire
This is fire bombing campaign
Cause the verse I'm about to spit
It's on stimulants
It's diets Pervitin
Cause I sure as shit, am
So militant minded, that my foreplay is to talk about war planes
With your bae - hawk, spit, and fokker
And my gun camera confirms the hit
So word up when
You say I don't gotta a hit yet
I'm not mad at all bro
Cause I also don't have a miss yet
Matter fact quick sec
Where your bars bro?
I spit for hip hop heads, miscreants, adolescents ripping cigarettes
And I hate em all bro (Marlbro)
So yeah fuck how the fans a feeling man
If I tell you put your hands up
You standing under a ceiling fan
Cause non of you have ante'd up
Shit for Slues outside of streaming fam
So seeing as you never bought these tracks
And I'm so Hungry I'm about to floss my teeth for a snack
This whole making media shit is whack and I'm just tired
I'm not sure whether to
Cut my dick off and pose for Budweiser
Or put a gun in my mouth and
Bud Dwyer
There's no doubt I'm uninspired
Cause I came with flames like the human torch ejaculating
My aims to straight ruin forms of masquerading
I made mistakes
But those are looming in the past
And progress came from that callus hurt
So laugh at my past get smacked with last years calendar
