The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips
Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...
Plottin' don’t even worry
I'm a sociopath who love to drill,
Like a male version of lauryn hill
Mentally ill, i'm 'jeffrey dahmer' with a drill,
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Now it's a catch 22 and this ain't no drill
I used to be the most humble until
Now im constantly in this bomb drill
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Slipping further into comatose bits of shit
You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch
Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
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