It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot
Got enough blades for when the zombies come
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
And then along came the wrong man for her
Blades sharper than brittney spears! im crazier!
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.
Like leatherface got chainsaw blades for days
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
That bitch was racist, got me fired
Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
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