And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride
??? ??? ?? with the feeling right
The concept is so absurd
In the woods outside on the dirt
She all on my skin
Knocked out in the lunch in
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,
The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,
Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right
And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort
I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/
Then leave her dead body in the woods
Epic, they used to feed me detours
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 >