You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early
Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,
You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick
Journey in the mind of this serial killer
The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her
Got so lit thought i was a kid and hid it; didn't want santa to see
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
I slay em like a #serial #killer
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
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