GHOST OF THE EAST

I can't stand this fuckin' shit I just can't believe it Motherfuckin' say it's me It's motherfuckin' bitch Yeah, go stop this I'm just walkin' by my lonely self I don't give a f*ck Feel like Woody on a shelf Hatin' on a bunch of fuckin' basic Talk shit to me I'ma take your face, bitch Creepin' in the woods, that's me It's motherfuckin' bitch Yeah, go stop this Dyin' in the mountains is my dream In that fuckin' graveyard That's where I'ma be Rockin' in my jeans Yeah, I'm rockin' in my jeans Don't f*ck with me, bitch I'm psycho at my play Crackin' just chillin' in the woods There's dirt on my face I was raised in the mud My fingertips bleedin And my eyes lookin' flawed I don't give a f*ck I even die tonight Yeah, f*ck my teachers F*ck each and every one Yeah, I'm smokin' the bleachers Yeah, starin' at your dirty widow Like Jeepers Creepers Man, we fuckin' creepers I'm that fuckin' Banshee And that's all that I'ma ever be We gon' kill it Yeah, you gon' be a memory While I'm smokin' on this shit fuckin' heavenly Where I'm at, boy I'm in fuckin' deadly streets Yeah, graveyard You a fuckin' bum Go, bitch, I'm on my lawn I don't f*ck with a squad Like a bloody swan I got that card in my pocket Yo, life ain't to be gone I'm a rockin' white boy Like the bear corn I'm in that fuckin' field Poppin' shit like corn Shout out my tribune In the six and three-D6 Yeah, rocks and bars This place Is a hell to live in This is it You're fuckin' dead