Three Cheers to Sweet Revenge

I don't wanna talk I don't give a f*ck You should me lone Cause that's all that I want Why you fucking up the plan Hating bitches I can't stand When I make it they'll be Stans Iced out Rollie on my hand All I care about is the music that I make If you got a problem get the f*ck up out my face I just want some ice and I want my neck to bling Donic with the surf, Dragonite with the beam I don't pop no molly but I'm smoking on some weed I don't sip the lean, but I been drinking beer too heavily When I'm mixing up the vibe that's when I'm feeling heavenly If I overdose Zanarkand is where they sending me Imma pour three out for me Imma sip it till it's gone My conscience finally fading out And I'm finally getting what the f*ck want Your responsibilities, they too wack Sipping till I get a heart attack I'll be smoking till it's cardiac arrest It's a new renaissance like a fest Your shit is corny I cannot digress Your bitch think of me more and you like less I don't need to bust out with a strap You'll be running laps when I buss out with facts You a lil bitch and you know it's a fact You be snitching, you can't ever take it back Always smoking but you never got a sack Always hit me with the "bro I'll hit you back" You ain't ever gonna hit it back Common sense is what these fucking peasants lack Cause soon to come is gonna be them racks But it's too late refuse to hit you back I just heard your shit and it all sound like trash Yeah I'd race you to the finish but you'll crash I just hit up Coco and she got that ass Bitches come and go they still clapped I don't wanna talk I don't give a f*ck You should me lone Cause that's all that I want Why you fucking up the plan Hating bitches I can't stand When I make it they'll be Stans Iced out Rollie on my hand