Fuck You

Yeah I'm that nigga Quick to split a lip-ah I got five figures I got five wiccans Down to suck a dick or Sacrifice your sister I'm the one that picked her The shepherd for the litter Yeah my diamonds don't glitter And my pores are pouring liquor Looking like I'm post rigor Looking like a ghost nigga I got blood soaked fingers Slaughter daughters for the rituals Caught her all on camera slice and edit for the visuals Amputate her arms and legs and head all individual Slice her down till nothings left but a bloody residual Chopped up bits and pieces fed to you with fuckin cereal Born in Eighty-Nine but don't you call me a millennial That phonky nigga Hoolio I'm always on my bully yo You heard of me you surely know Driven by pure ego I'm the shit the rodeo You pussy niggas pony show Average blokes who Joe the Schmoe I'm Boston George I'm pumping snow I'm still a fuckin junkie though Load the rig I'm shooting that The dope the coke and even crack Digging through my elbow gash Xanax for when I crash No leftovers no head stash picking cottons out the trash Roll a blunt with just some ash Papi won't be open till a little bit or later That's ok cuz I don't know how much longer I can stay up The bugs are buzzing by the dozen pull that thing out spray 'em They want it on the muscle but they cannot lift the weight up