keep busting clips youll end up in a ditch
call me a whore or whatever
i aint gay cuz i listen to paramore
you aint seen pain till you got alcohol smeared
all over your damn coldsoars
if i was a bitch could i leave yours mom blood on your front door
ring the door bell smiling fist pumping my way to jersey fuckn shore
if i end up in a ditch
ten years after ill still hav mo money then you
and u dont wanna talk bout shit dealing with tools
i be out here making moves
but still i got time to put the axe to u
keep talkn bout mommas and ill b sure to lay urs next to u
her face black n blue with busted viens
then i cut u till im wrist deep in ur spleen
going at ur dome like hair sheen
and im smoking sum purp-mean joe green
u not fucking with me son jus leave the scene