Good kids make bad grown ups
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble
, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
So keep fronting till my peeps come
Sanyo, and handheld and handgun
And don't ever (and don't ever)
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron
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