My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental
Kills any body with just his pencil.
She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still
Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill
Fuck fame, fuck money
School flunkie, pill junky
Kick back and know yo son set
Poppin' one dead in they forehead
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases
School flunkie, pill junky
Dc, man over money
Cuz i get kills while you blow kids
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
I have over 300 confirmed kills
My team getting digits
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >