This is a song about "Instinct"

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

Coming for my rightful place its just my instinct

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

Look at you, this is the minimal i could diss you, criminal instinct like a scam/

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

My animal instinct, will tear you to ballistics

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets