Betta hold ya holy bible when I'm loadin the rifle
Get ya hail mary and our father on
I go godfather 1 , 2 and 3 on you
I'm addicted to violence
I'll fuckin o.d. on you
Shit I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 shots in the tommy gun
But shit ain't fun
I still got 1 problem and a snitch is one
Rat bastard
Wack bastard
You get blasted
Get caspered
I will ghost you
Pipebomb in ya mailbox I go postal
I'm so vocal
I try to be hopefull
I wanna see the world but ill always be local
Boatfulls a marijuana
Floatin in revere harbor
Drug dealer trapper for life
Trafficin' white
Smokin piff listenin to rappers delight
Two gats and a knife
Killer in the place
Case a grenades stolen from a milatary base
Lifes short I ain't got minutes to waste
I live in the second
Carry two weapons
Count my blessings
I played wit fire and burned I learned my lesson
I lost my mind for a time I'm dun stressin
I went to church and went to confession
Later that night I almost ended my life
I lost my marbles but I'm pickin em up
Its a slow process but my livin is ruff
I try to see the the best side a shit
But life is a big cup a piss served wit a side a shit
But I'm holdin myself together
Everydays a new day that could be better
I trust never
No one
sometimes I think about killin my own gun
Before it kills me
It might be the pills or the weed
I'm a paranoid skitzo
I have full blown conversations wit pistols
Yesterday I talked about politics wit my hollow tips
Had a chat wit my ruger about the future
I'm a one man riot
I'm insane I told my silencer to be quiet
I asked my knife if I should slit ya throat
She said try it
If you see me please leave me alone
I should be home
And not outside
I'm prone to have mania attacks
I black out destroy shit and can't relax
I pull a shank and leave 88 wounds in ya back
I react on instinct
Clink clink
Sink bullets into ya chest
Rest in peace
I don't give a fuck
Its chainsaw chuck
Drunk drivin a 18 wheel truck
I'm wreckless
Especially when I'm restless
My thoughts race like olympic sprinters
I wanna beat u wit a bat till it splinters
Its been two days no lunch breakfast or dinner
I can't eat I feed off hate
I see dead bodies when I look at my plate
Frank white I want you to test me
Trust me
I stay wit the bang ya guns dusty
My knife just got sharper
Ya blades all rusty
You can't touch me
Get off my dick you homos you can't fuck me
Get ya hail mary and our father on
I go godfather 1 , 2 and 3 on you
I'm addicted to violence
I'll fuckin o.d. on you
Shit I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 shots in the tommy gun
But shit ain't fun
I still got 1 problem and a snitch is one
Rat bastard
Wack bastard
You get blasted
Get caspered
I will ghost you
Pipebomb in ya mailbox I go postal
I'm so vocal
I try to be hopefull
I wanna see the world but ill always be local
Boatfulls a marijuana
Floatin in revere harbor
Drug dealer trapper for life
Trafficin' white
Smokin piff listenin to rappers delight
Two gats and a knife
Killer in the place
Case a grenades stolen from a milatary base
Lifes short I ain't got minutes to waste
I live in the second
Carry two weapons
Count my blessings
I played wit fire and burned I learned my lesson
I lost my mind for a time I'm dun stressin
I went to church and went to confession
Later that night I almost ended my life
I lost my marbles but I'm pickin em up
Its a slow process but my livin is ruff
I try to see the the best side a shit
But life is a big cup a piss served wit a side a shit
But I'm holdin myself together
Everydays a new day that could be better
I trust never
No one
sometimes I think about killin my own gun
Before it kills me
It might be the pills or the weed
I'm a paranoid skitzo
I have full blown conversations wit pistols
Yesterday I talked about politics wit my hollow tips
Had a chat wit my ruger about the future
I'm a one man riot
I'm insane I told my silencer to be quiet
I asked my knife if I should slit ya throat
She said try it
If you see me please leave me alone
I should be home
And not outside
I'm prone to have mania attacks
I black out destroy shit and can't relax
I pull a shank and leave 88 wounds in ya back
I react on instinct
Clink clink
Sink bullets into ya chest
Rest in peace
I don't give a fuck
Its chainsaw chuck
Drunk drivin a 18 wheel truck
I'm wreckless
Especially when I'm restless
My thoughts race like olympic sprinters
I wanna beat u wit a bat till it splinters
Its been two days no lunch breakfast or dinner
I can't eat I feed off hate
I see dead bodies when I look at my plate
Frank white I want you to test me
Trust me
I stay wit the bang ya guns dusty
My knife just got sharper
Ya blades all rusty
You can't touch me
Get off my dick you homos you can't fuck me